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Yeah- I been dead the last couple days, don't take it personal.
Today was work.
About the most interesting story I have was a complete stranger (who couldn't shut up about her 5k-10k 20 mile runs and "going green for her kids") fascetiously called me a ray of sunshine
and that I was a very possitive and cheerful person. (After I stated I didn't see the point in "saving Africa" since I couldn't single handedly change the whim of warloards, constantly rotating regimes, endless civil wars and skirmishes, genocidists, biggots, pox, plague, deforestation, poverty, and famine, neither can Susan Sarandon or George Clooney combined- what chance do I have?)
Now, at the moment I didn't have anything hilarious to say like "I hold your opinion of me in the highest regard"
but I did later find the opportunity to hint that she was working with an ex felon
which
my employer (family friend of a quarter of a century) laughed hysterically at, and said "yeah but you're rehabilitated"
"No- I just cooperated, there's a difference".
Her super-mom smalltown bullshit bubble noticeably popped, especially after I talked about a certain blood debt back in the sand, and she didn't look me in the eye the rest of the day.
I am one dangerous, handsome fucker.
Tomorrow is work. Half day. Potential for more work in the uncertain future.
My fingers are a bit cut up, my back and neck hurt.
Good feelings actually.
And I'd like to go on record as saying that I'd like to do more for my friends...
and no
I don't mean buying you bling
things like
spending time with my besties, and doing something fantastic for my godchildren.
It's all about the paper.
