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

Monday, December 27, 2004


I went to sunday mass last night with my parents. The priest there is really fond of incense. Really fond. It's been almost a full day and my throat is still sore.

Either there's a demon in my yap, or I'm just not into the second hand smoke.


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