Blood Money

Just after I discovered what is most likely a blood clot or build up of calcuim in my left outer forearm, I'm told that some deranged—you'd have to be—moron went and threw himself upon the train tracks. The station of which I needed to go through in order to collect my comics, even though the week's shipment are going to be read for another nine months, at best. A delay in which I thought would take some time cleared up in under a half hour, but it was too late for bank deposits. I almost bought an Edward Scissorhands action figure I bargained down to fifteen dollars. Almost, the box was damaged. If I was planning to crack it out I'd pay only eight dollars. Fair's fair.

Soon Van

Saturday, 12 May 2001 - 10:26

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