Saturday, July 19, 2003

Good news...the modem's back to normal after calling Comcast tech, so we're back to normal. I just came home from downtown. Long night. At Wet Willie's, I got hit on. By a troll. With a tounge ring. Don't get me wrong. On the right person, at the right time, it's a good thing. Not on what I saw tonight.

She waved liked she knew me. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, I never saw it before in my life. She showed up with her husband and their freinds. But, she just kept coming over to the booth, just yakking away. I SWEAR TO GOD, I don't know who the heck she is. She told me she got her tounge ring just a couple of days ago, licking it at me over and over and over, telling me she got it because she's going thru a mid life crisis. Her son told her that she was ancient.

I asked her how old she was. She told me in a bad drawl, "32".

ON MY ONLY WORKING KIDNEY, I never talked to her, touched her, walked in her direction, looked her way, or asked her which way to the bathroom. I have NO RECOLECTION WHATSOEVER BECAUSE I DON"T GO UNDER BRIDGES.

I have really got to find a new job.


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