Tuesday, August 07, 2001

I have recently been accused of being a bit of an exaggerator. Guilty as charged. I am completely full of shit, but, the stories I tell are all based on fact if not completely true. If I use quotes then either I or the person I’m talking about said it. For example; when the person that wrote me with this semi-truthful accusation they said “how can all of this happen to one person?” I chose to answer here rather than start a private fight that I will just have to talk about later. My best explanation is that thousands of things happen to everyone every day. The difference is that the average person can tune most of it out. By the way dipshit and I should have started with this, GO AWAY. Ok back to my brain. I can’t help it, some things just stick. Examples from today: the guy’s name at the gas station was Fakir. Did someone check his references because that is too damn close to faker? I still don’t know why you’d lie on a speedway application but that’s not important right now. Another thing was this guy walking in the 100 degree heat in a full suit and a briefcase on the side of a road that had no discernable destination for at least a mile. What was his deal? It’s still bugging me so I have made up a tragic DUI death story to make myself feel better. You know, walking in an oven is better than jail. Bla bla bla. I saw a pair of pants on the median that is chipping away at the back of my head and the kid at the White Hen had scars on his face that looked like he was mauled by a tiger. So, yes I am full of it. Sometimes so much so that I have to make up a back story just to sleep. 12:00:00 AM    says you