A mess of small words and poor punctuation used to chronicle my life, and the boring things I do and sometimes a thought that usually sounds inspired when written, not read.
Monday, October 16, 2006
my hopes were up
no they are down. I had a seat number, my heart pumped i felt like i was dreaming, I think i might of been, but they took it away. these flights are crazy full. reading the bible and war and peace while i wait.
I still live in clintonville, I try to finish a old bottle of bourbon in early winter, smoke my new Gandalf pipe, and read books. I will soon open a long awaited Port wine and play scrabble.
The person I love the most is my wife, and I like to flood my stomach with coffee.
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