i often think

About buying a “nice” car. Something that would sit in the garage until weekends then get driven around some of the nice twisty roads here.

And then there was Saturday. Saturday every frog hog and dog was out on the road, and nobody could drive faster than 5.

Fuck that. If I get a car its gonna be a $500 beater and I will take it to the track and thrash it. More fun and less hassle.

Sometime in the night

Someone came and replaced the bowling balls in my head with billiard balls. They’re still there, but slightly less intrusive.

I’m hoping to take some vitamin I and work my way down to ping pong balls by noon.

head on over to Professor Hale’s place.

On some things he’s as full of shit as a Christmas Goose, but this post is clear as a bell and dead nuts on. You should read. Maybe print it out and pass it around.

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