Its Sunday, I'm at the end of two or three long insane fucked up bizarre weeks of strange scams, bad encounters with friends and fellow employees, out of hand drunken nights and bouts of uncanny good luck. Somewhere in the middle of the whole mess I painted a wall. Somewhere at the beginning I didn't know in my pleasant dream state that someone bursting into my room at 5:30 in the morning ranting about razors would start a chain of events that would change my whole outlook on life.................................
Steve Dore lives next to a Jesus Freak. His Neighbor has a "Jesus is the light "T-Shirt.
overheard at the laundromat:
"I don't like dealing with cab companys... when you start dealing with cab companies you start running into problems..."
"You know how duPont made their money to begin with? by selling gunpowder during the revolutionary war. They sold to both sides... They practically own Deleware."