Wednesday, September 06, 2006


6:06pm- Get off bus after work and walk past a man I can see with a glance is filled with evil. He attempts to talk to me. My reply, “We have no business to speak of,” is met with a hearty laugh. I look down and he is holding my still-beating heart in his gore-splattered mitt.

9:22pm- Pull out of driveway at practice studio. Parked SUV blocks view and car behind me has brights on just to be a jackass. Inch out to see if coast is clear. It decidedly is not. Am rammed into by a honking, but not slowing semi. Disintegrate upon impact.

Other than that, pretty good day.

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