If you have heard it you’ll be reading it again because I Googled it and didn’t find the story.

So about fourteen years or so ago I went to R.I.T. with Sarah and Joe to visit Lindsay.  I typically don’t say names but Joe is dead, Sarah pretends I am and Lindz loves my writing and she LOVES this story.

Anywho, on this night we all decided to eat a bunch of mushrooms and smoke a lot of pot.  I don’t remember much except I do know we were piled into a car and every time we’d leave Lindsay’s house to go anywhere we crossed train tracks and Joe ALWAYS said something about us being on the wrong side of the tracks.

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Umm…I can’t think of anything to talk about but I don’t want to put nothing so I’m going to post more random ways to amuse yourself in public.  Tim, my dad and I wrote a HUGE list out months ago and I saved it.  It’s my go-to spot for the days my brain won’t think.

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I’m grieving and I was asked to not talk about it so I’m not going to talk about it.  I’m going to talk about me.  I shut my Facebook wall down for a few days because I really didn’t want to talk to anybody and I realized that save for three people, the only way I communicate with the world is through this blog, Facebook and Twitter.   I use Facebook and Twitter for work.  I post funny shit and I really don’t like expressing genuine feeling on there.  Make sense?  I do have one thing I’m going to rant about.

Facebook grieving.

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