Erold

Posted by Dave Vick on June 09, 1998 at 14:46:04:

Here I sit, stunned... Blood running cold... Unable to type a cogent sentence. Oh, God of Abraham, WHY??? When Nancy died back in December, the big schmuck offered his place in Cairns as a hideout from the world, and we batted too many words to think of back & forth, during my time of grief... When he was kvetching about trying to keep Leonard & that black loaner 1500 clean, I shipped him off a mini-duster... He said I ruined his day by being nice to him. (Sorry, sport... Take it like a man. ) I was going to finally hook up with him at Homecoming.... Aw, hell.

Sorry, folks; if you were looking for poetic prose here, I'm afraid I disappoint. the Jolly Roger on Jezabelle's ariel goes to half-mast tonight.

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