"It's so easy to laugh. It's so easy to hate. It takes strength to be gentle and kind." Trying, anyway.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
The Track
Slim is going to make his fortune in gold futures. We have decided to purchase a thoroughbred racehorse and name it Cuckold Robbins. We are going out tomorrow night to celebrate the decision to do so.
Incidentally, I cut my finger pretty badly last night in an incident involving an avocado pit, my new Samurai-sword-technology chef's knife, and my own stupidity.
I was very prepared to sew the wound shut myself, and resigned to going to the hospital if I had to, but Slim administered some first-aid after rushing home from a session with a friend's band, and said it would be okay. (Apparently his arrangement did aid in transforming what had been "a plodding stoner nightmare" into, um, some other kind of song.)
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