The hard thing about me is I forget everything. Birthdays, doctor’s appointments, names and faces.
“there was a large scale layoff in the 80′s,” I tell my girl.
I’m talking about how the drugs killed my brain.
The good thing is, brain damage shields one from the loss.
July 12, 2011
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Lame excuse. You were always stupid.
Comment by Lyle_S — July 13, 2011 @ 7:57 am
I did some downsizing with you
Comment by Rolston — July 14, 2011 @ 8:52 pm
True that. Wild Irish Rose. I think I once almost convinced you to shoot your prom date’s father.
Comment by Lyle_S — July 15, 2011 @ 8:45 pm
I think the time on your blog is off by an hour. These posts’ timestamps should be an hour later.
Comment by Lyle_S — July 15, 2011 @ 8:46 pm
I was easily influenced. That’s why I gave up television.
Comment by Rolston — July 19, 2011 @ 6:08 am
Have you heard of colored people’s time?
Comment by Rolston — July 19, 2011 @ 6:09 am