'the adventures of a thirty-ish university graduate' or, alternately and perhaps much more aptly: 'as mad as a barking fox'

Sunday, July 04, 2004

closing her bedroom door leaving the note that she hopes would say more

i swerve slightly, pointing and exclaiming to no one in particular: "holy jesus! patchell you fucker!"

i was always under the impression that patchell lived in own sound. he might still. but on thursday when i was going down country [..."suck a hickish thing to say!"...] there he was, in all his glory, strolling down the highway with his girlfriend in alvanley.

yeah. alvanley.

can anyone else explain this to me? i think he's stalking me.


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