40 days/40 nights
left Toxichouse expecting to get a run in. Got to the job, not bad, misty, but rains were s'posed to hold off 'til 6 am, thus, I left EXTRA early (you DON'T wanna know). Get to The Parkhouse, FUCK!!! Skies opened. @ that point, I'm committed. Soaked to the core, drenched. Weather peeps said we could expect 3 days of rain in one hour. Funny. Really funny. BUT, got my miles in!!!
Freakin' over Greg Giraldo's death. Wow.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
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