You know how sometimes you just want to kill someone, or at least wring his neck?
I’ve tried my damnedest to to take up drinking and smoking as a solution over the past couple weeks. The problem is I don’t much care for drinking or smoking.
Well, thank god for people like (Penny) and Jaye and Lawrence Block who managed to talk some sense into me.
(Penny) kept me from doing something stoooooopid.
Jaye kept me grounded with her normalcy.
Lawrence made me laugh and helped me put things in perspective.
A little crazy is perfectly fine. Wanting to go all serial killer on someone’s ass is not.
And of course getting multi-spammed by Slut Search In Your Area didn’t hurt. You read that right… didn’t hurt. Because at least I’m not listed on Slut Search In Your Area. I know, I checked.
Plus I ate a good grilled cheese sandwich and some fried pickles. Not that I plan to make a habit of fried homemade pickle slices but I wanted to try them once at Norman Rose Tavern.
When I was a teenager the gang, of which I was a marginal member, hung out at King’s. Of course I never had much money so I ordered (off the menu) fried hamburger pickle chips for $.05. Can you believe it? A small plate of fried hamburger pickle chips for a mere $.05. with ketchup. (Tom)
I know it seems silly to go to a nice restaurant and order a grilled cheese sandwich, but sometimes that’s what’s required.