October 8, 2008
I bought a dude a sandwich
Turns out we went to school together. I recognized him before I knew it. It was something very dream-like. He ran in different circles. Named a list of them. He was homeless now. His sister, yes. His father, no. His wife outside with cat because the car had been impounded. He had a crotch rocket. He palled around with _______. Jesus would provide, obviously. Neither of our lists matched. He had a beard. I kind of liked him. I bet I never talked with him once in my whole life. He was the definition of where we lived. The same age. On the street. Asking for some food.
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I like this very, very much.
I like this, too, very much.
And MGS! I’ve been myself up inside, for weeks, for leaving you and KHS off my list of folks I’d most like to have cocktails with. I would adore such time to spend with you two, too.
(The c’flock search engine failed me to find the link to my comment–Deron, for the record, when you see my name in “searches,” on clusterflock, I am not masturbating at this moment.)
Dammit! I hate it when I’ve left some key word out of a comment!
MGS: it should say: “I’ve been eating myself up inside…”
Deron: for the record. I don’t think I was maturbating. At least not physically.
Dammit some more! Damn html closures. Dammit! I’m going to bed now.
fixed it!
Rick, for what it’s worth, I think people here know there is nothing but warmth in your heart.
Deron
Thanks. Thank you for the fixin’, thank you for the love.
It is far better to be hard on someone else than hard on yourself, but either way the mood strikes you…I don’t want to hear the details.
No worries, Rick. We dig you back.
Some days, I’m afraid that will be me.