I honestly didn’t know what was going to happen. I was house sitting my parents place and they don’t live close to a hospital. A quick Google search and I assumed I’d be okay. If it didn’t work out that way, well, I was ready for that too.
Years back, I had too close an interaction with one. Was morning and I rolled out a bed, put on a shirt from a luggage bag and walked to the kitchen. I felt a needle into my stomach but my first thought was maybe a thread from my waist line. Felt another needle jam and looked down the neck hole of my shirt.
That’s when I saw the ugly mf crawling up the shirt side of my inner shirt toward me. I yanked that T off so fast. It was able to scurry under the oven and I never saw it again. Had cramps the entire day and minor bruising shortly after but that was it.
Was that not the intent of jan 6th? No re-do.
It’s a nerve ending.
Thanks. Doc and I had a conversation about it just recently. He’s closing shop which means I’m back to shuffling record releases that go many moves and a decade plus long. There’s a quality of life that I’ve come to appreciate; it can get expensive finding a doctor that shares the same viewpoint.
Is the drive still there at all? Only a few days of no-dose and I no longer have the energy or consideration to even be motivated.
How so?
Only when folks don’t believe their dollar spent affects things.
Ha! Not exactly, but okay.
I really don’t want to be here if it happens. Full stop.
Yeah, the piss baby is a shit head.
Do not try and misquote this scene. It’s far too strong of message already. Don’t taint it.
Kyle is just down the road from Austin, TX. They probably should have sought people named “Austin”, because I encountered way more of those in Texas then I did Kyle.
Paid $48 for service fees yesterday. Shit was ridiculous.
Found my way there but have taken the path of absurdism. It has changed my life.