saturday.
i just have a few minutes to blog i have to leave to get downtown where i will hope that the cavs will make SOMETHING happen. but i love the wizards, yes i'm wearing curly shoes and carrying a wand.
*AN OPEN LETTER TO MY LORD SWEET JESUS CHRIST
dear dear sweet jesus, if i ever complain about working at the bar downtown, or the hobos, or rude scalpers or anything about that place quick flash a memory of working in that shit hole dump on lorain and remind me how good i actually have it. lord, also please strike dead those who for whatever reason offended me last night at that shit hole dump on lorain. further my lord, please if possible:
a. make it so i cannot remember my one night working there - strike it from my mind and in it's place put a car accident memory or how about a loop of hearing my leg break over and over - that would be more pleasant
b. remove lorain road from our world... theres really nothin there for anyone.
that's it jesus, i appreciate your help and support even if you cannot come through on any of these things (i know its not your bag). god bless the home of the GIANT sandwich, and popeye, and marvin, and the drunk flower guy, and uber dumpy, and regular dumpy and f.d., fingerbang, the d-nug, paul & rob the twins, ryan, nas, corey (who didn't even do anything), amile and his anger, the candy machine, the bad coffee, the homeless guy with the winter coat who threatens all of us, the mean traffic cop, big mike, red, and crazy carol and all the rest of the cast of characters affiliated with that job.
amen,
f as in fea.