Sunday, September 17, 2017

Escalus Recaps



Well, Francois, I am become, in mine druthers, the compleat night individual. Insulted by one of the beastly yobs, there were consequences. She had, I surmise, a brief history of yammering with them about me, swapping 'weird' teenage wasteland snark, so I was quite confident the play would be a hit. (Her divulging personal data beside the point; furthers the legend while providing indemnity.) They're terribly uneducated and thoroughly perverse. Going out smelling like a rose icing on the Ding Dong. I'll never succumb to her and she'll never get over it. Apologizing for speaking the truth does not negate the actuality, does it, girls? Simply takes edge off. I can't trust her.


Driving is breezier; I'll say that. 
Wish there were a Greek place open. 

The rest to be written up in this regard will be done so later. Notes made. Time and distance will make a big difference. Yes, there's a story to Sweet Home, Oregon, truth to be told. About the time I had to hock my guitar. So, soon back and maybe pick it up again. How I survived this idiotic terrain is beyond me. Golf is for masochists and is a travesty upon God's good earth. Must be very frustrating keeping up with the wannabees acting out prole desires. I stay out of the mad dog sun, thank you much. No desire to wear leather.

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