gonna stand my ground.

I noticed tonite that the snowblower's gone. Cheryl's fitting if sleepy comment on the whole thing is "where do we live?" Funny, I moved into a better neighborhood to get shit stolen. We'll see where this goes, but I'm thinking up nasty booby traps. Shit that maims. I don't want Bucket to get scared. I blame myself for leaving the snowblower in the yard. Of Course Jay offers me his second one. that guy makes the world liveable. I can't get too upset about my lack of diligence and the decidedly un-altruistic nature of the folks around here when there's folk like him around.

As down as you get, you're giving the things you can't always find to everyone else, Jay.

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