MOOCHERS
this
is the tale of MINNY the MOOCHER, she was a real mean hooch y coocher
JOURNAL
ENTRY, 05/04/2915, 05:30 hrs., PDT, Tuesday, my place, 10°C
drizzle, MOOD 40/60
Nothing
but REM sleep last night, dreaming about wars I never fought in and
places I'd never been then the regular 5 o'clock siren made sure I
wasn't going to get back to sleep so it left me with no alternative
except to piss and moan in this edition of the blog.
Talked
on the phone to to son Ian at about the 7th Inning of last
nights Blue Jays game, he interrupted the call to pick up dog poop
and then called back while I put my TV on mute.
Told
him I was getting all stressed out about the birthday party that
Heather wants me to plan as to where and when and how many people to
invite.
Big
mistake yesterday went to bank for some WAM and then had an egg
McMuffin at Mickey “D”s and had an upset stomach for the rest of
the day all burps and farts.
On
my way to the bank at Keefer and Main just about got run over by a
dip shit pushing a wheel chair banging into my ankles on their way to
pick up their methadone and cursing at me for daring to get in
their way.
Yesterday's
e mails was full of people of all stripes mooching or trying to
corrupt my computer. Between that and constant pictures of fleeing
refugees on the news channels on TV and starving or drowning children its
enough to have you dig a hole jump in and pull the dirt in after you.
JWL
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