The pointless ramblings and obscure humor of an over-worked, off-beat, performer-writer-teacher.
By messing with my profile, I've now unknowing become a citizen of Albania and been put on some watch-list somewhere.
HEY!! How the hell did I get to be 103 years old?
In my life
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...uncreative...
ChesterGlasses
Don't Panic. . .
the pelican
things that make me happy
What Ever Happened To My Lunchbox
Writing it down
today
March 2006
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December 2005
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February 2004
visited *loading* times
going through the express lane late at night at Wal-Mart. Customer number one was buying wine coolers. The guy in front of me had a bottle of vodka. I had Monostat 7. And the woman behind me had a box of Tojans and a bottle of Summer's Eve. In a way it seemed like we were in some sort of Zen order. Either that or a twisted version of, "Three of these things belong together . . . which one's different, do you know?" Or if it was a sequence, customer number five must have had cigarettes and penicilin.
