So, yeah, I'm no good at this, "wow, my head is so huge, and so far away from my hands," type of stuff too well. Freaking me out. Drugs are wasted on the wrong people I guess, cuz this stuff is not fun. I shoulda practiced more when I was younger, but, as the title of this post suggests, I never was a part of that scene. Thank God.
Of course, the JR being raised a Good Baptist Boy, means we became Episcopalians.
At the hospital they asked me what faith I preferred, and I told them, Catholic. Hey, when it's serious enough for a hospital stay, I don't want some woman-priest spouting New Age Deepak at me.
Wow, my ears are really ringing. Seriously, how do people enjoy drugs? I can barely tpye.
I must be hallucinating because I just heard that the No Banker Left Behind Act (I read that somewhere this morning, somewhere, heh) has provisions for wooden arrows and firewater. Are they expecting another uprising?