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.
Friday, October 13, 2006
on my way
Going to visit my parents, hopeing to get first class. not looking hopeful. still open seats in coach, but after you go first its hard to go back.
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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