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.
Saturday, January 01, 2005
Waiting to die, waiting to live... looking for my damn towels.
3 comments:
Anonymous
said...
SWEET! You wore the testicle festival T-Shirt into the cold Maine waters.... bet they shriveled up!
Dom -- reminds me of a quick dip in Pushaw in early May 2000. I believe that YOU, although surely "turtled", frolicked happily in the icy spring-fed pond, while I, a female, turned purple and wished for a quick death.
3 comments:
SWEET! You wore the testicle festival T-Shirt into the cold Maine waters.... bet they shriveled up!
Dom -- reminds me of a quick dip in Pushaw in early May 2000. I believe that YOU, although surely "turtled", frolicked happily in the icy spring-fed pond, while I, a female, turned purple and wished for a quick death.
Wet T-shirt contest! Hope you had your $4.20 towels with you to dry off Dom!
GC
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