Guided by psychos - see what I mean?

The adventures of a mostly-blind Irish guy in NY, and the well-meaning but obvious nutcases I contantly meet thereof

Thursday, December 16, 2004

I should be writing... elsewhere

I came home today from work through the garage. I should have known better. The Christmas holiday only gave my father more boxes and crap to scatter, no, PILE in there. Going through there is like like Henry Thomas's last scene in Legends of the Fall.. it's a minefield in there, and someday, I know I'll dump some ammonia or gasoline in there, choke, and eventually die stuck in some old German razor wire.
Okay, break over.. time to write more essay stuff.. 4 pages down, 6 to go.. sigh.


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