sometimes you DO havta wait for the miracle
HATE bumperstickerspeak, but it's true. Didn't expect yesterday to go as well as it did.
Started off right, got my St.Francis in. Warm, for November. Shorts, long sleeves. REALLY delightful. Was great to see the peeps. Still, lament the loss of usual suspects gone by-they that are no longer vertical or/and they that choose not to participate.
Then, back to Toxichouse, Shebitch out, Stoney chillin'. Nice.
It returns, we drive to the restaurant, do the family thing. It DIDN'T suck. Wow. Priest shutthefuckup, so gotta love that. Didn't regale us with tales from The Great I am. Thanks God!!! What I CAN'T understand is why sister-in-law, who hasn't worked a day of her marriage, cons my bro to foot the bill for a restaurant. So, I got 'em. Pulled our waiter aside, asked how much a head, gave him some green. No one guessed. Perfect. Priest is a deadbeat, more money than all of us put together, but never kicks in. Shebitch has no $$$ for oil for heat, so hadda rub it in Its face-even It didn't guess it was me. Good. Random acts...Do your thing without expecting props. THAT'S where it's at. :)
And, best of all, what's the toughest day of the year for a member of OA? Exactly, a really tough time, managed well-veggies, salad, and meat (oh yeah, bowl of soup). Damned healthy motherfucker.
All because of youze guys, you're there. Thanks.
Friday, November 26, 2010
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