June 17, 2010
Tonight
I am moving from Room 8 to Room 12. On breaks between hauls I am watching “Pink Flamingos” and getting all soppy-sentimental about my vanished youth.
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- Deron Bauman: Sweet Jesus.
- Michael Smith: Don’t we all.
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- Rick Neece: I take umbrage with the term “namby pamby.” Some sissies are fierce.
- Carole Corlew: Shelia. Happy no big deal day. I would start your very own post but this phone is in semi rebellion.
And now I am driving off into the night. Help me, Jesus. Later, with love, y’all.
Seems you and Amanda Mae and I are the last hangers-on this evening. And I don’t have much more in me, I will be soon off to bed. I would say your youth has not vanished. Indeed, if it is for you as it is for me, it is more remembered, embellished and more beautiful than it might have been at the time you (I) experienced it. I don’t know. I’m just sitting here, for a moment, with friends savoring the last cocktail, a last smoke, before going to sleep.
Sleep tight, Ricky Cameron. I decided not to drive. I’m gonna prowl around the motel tonight and see what mischief I can get into.
Later, alligator.
Oh, Sheila, as you drive, know we’re with you.
save me some pickle juice.
Don’t you know it, Deron.
“Gypsy mischief?” I’m glad you decided to prowl, instead of drive, instead.
Krill Oil and Pickles. Dill spears? Dill wholes?
Kosher dill baby wholes. And krill oil. That’s really all you need, Dave.
You can wash down the krill oil softgel what-have-yous with pickle juice (so long as you reserve some of the juice for Deron).
I do note that the krill oil designation on my bottle of softgel what-have-yous is a bit misleading. These softgel what-have-yous in fact contain “fish (anchovy, sardine, mackerel, jack mackerel), shellfish (Antarctic krill) and soy”.
Zero grams trans fat.