It's an old story. A bearded man finds love, a career, owls and fifteen hundred books in a part of the country he'd previously never anticipated even visiting. He learns to stop apologizing for his very pointed interest in the darkest aspects of life and comes to terms with his spirituality, which could be classified as "probably voodoo." He shares his home with a homonculus, an ocelot and a semi-feral catling and regularly interacts with federally protected birds.You know, that tired hat.
Sunday, December 26, 2004
Here is what I look like now that I have been hideously disfigured by dog dander.
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I bet if I send you some of that "CHEP FHLU Medicine" like I saw on the side of the road in eastern Kansas today that might help!! Ley me know if you want me to go back.... they also had "HALADEY Candy"
Chunks is the little fat kid who does the truffle shuffle, I should know because with my last name being what it is and being fat as a kid... I was nick-named that by a friend!
2 comments:
I bet if I send you some of that "CHEP FHLU Medicine" like I saw on the side of the road in eastern Kansas today that might help!! Ley me know if you want me to go back.... they also had "HALADEY Candy"
Chunks is the little fat kid who does the truffle shuffle, I should know because with my last name being what it is and being fat as a kid... I was nick-named that by a friend!
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