Last night I’m buying take-out from this place in the old/former neighborhood. I double park across the street from where I need to be and I wait for traffic to go by, this particular traffic is caused by Mike the Plumber.
“Hey, Tim!”
“Hey, Mike”
Need an assistant? No, No, No don’t ask that. I should like the job I have. I should. ….I could. …I would if…
I just left it at Hey Mike. I truly didn’t know I missed the old crew as much as I do. It’s been over seven years. It must be an itch or something.
A random note in my random notes for my random blog for random thoughts for
puppies for cats for for lizard for Apple pie for space cadets for rain for
sleet for the Canadian rapper, Snow…
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I have 1 million notes in my head and 1 million other notes from other
people Kept in the place where my bathing suit covers. I’m sitting on a
tiny litt...
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