I have almost moved out of my old house in Austin. For ten weeks, I have studiously ignored the enormous sign in the neighbouring church which advertises the local Alcoholics Anonymous meetings. I made it. Ten weeks wet. Ten weeks off the wagon. Ten weeks without a meeting. Do I get a sticker or something? […]
I was packing my accumulation of materials together so that I could move out of my house today. Guy, my gun-toting, soon-to-be-ex-room-mate strode in with a friend. He introduced the friend as his future room-mate and I toyed with the idea of telling future room-mate that Guy hadn’t shot anybody in the house at all
“Today sucks!” said Guy. “They called me into work, and because I forgot to turn my phone off, I had to go. And then I delivered a 652 dollar order to these Young Democrats. Assholes. Know how much they tipped me? Normally it would be at least a 60 dollar tip. They tipped me nothing.
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