Friday, December 04, 2009
weary from the business of the day
the bullet mag,
our intrepid bastard looms west to head east.
less transfers that way.
I speak with my mother for a bit about the family business and i realize bow insulated the bastard is from the holidays.
ands just blocks away.
and here I am lugging,
luggage across town.
and discussing baggage.
the bastard likes not knowing things he finds.
ignorance is bliss
this bag sure is a pain in the ass to move around.
wheeley luggage, my ass