Heh, this is going in the 'Normal Entries' Box. It's all relative, man and/or Ma'am in Normal entries

Ok, so it’s like this see … I was a little too pissy on Wednesday and Thursday to add some fine detail to having had to have hung out in the motherfucking Emergency God Damn Room. The first smoke I went out for this guy in Khaki with chevrons and shit on his shoulder let me go out the Ambulance bay, though warned me that I couldn’t come back in that way. I almost took a photograph of the school across the street from the Ambulance Bay; as classic Midwestern architecture as is possible without being a complete caricature. Red brick square and ugly with grand arches and beautiful grape vine climbing up the wall. I’m not describing it well but I am describing it precisely.

So, I’m hot boxing a few smokes and looking at things. I get around to reading the shield on the door of one of the cop cars. Lansing Township. I got into a bit of an argument with the security guy manning the metal detector when I came back in. It was my position that Lansing was an incorporated City. Dude said it was but there was also a Lansing Township. I submitted that was some dumbass shit and he abjured me and said something like dumbass or no, and I rebutted with ‘Yeah, but…’ and he double dog butted me with ‘Is so’. They do love them some townships up in this swamp. I’m pretty sure somewhere within five miles of here there is a township of one family consisting of their yard and the council are all family members and they still can’t agree and break into sub committees, just to keep the Township Jones from being absorbed by the Township Smith.

So, see this is what happened … When I first got here I signed up for classmates dot com (no, you shut up). Yeah. I did that. There’s no way of getting around that. I write this terribly clever albeit sad sack of steaming shit blurb that takes a thousand characters to say, I’m back anyone wanna go play? Hello? Is this thing on? Every now and again I manage to forget I signed up for that dumbass township of a big old titty baby dot com. They are psychic. They send me an email “Hey dawg do you remember Charlie We-Just-Made-This-Name-Up? Or Carol Works-in-our-mail-room? How do you remember them best?”

Still not convinced the website sucks or if it’s just my friends or maybe me. Truth is I’d probably make fun of most of them for being here. Yes, I would make fun of them knowing good and god damned well that if they tried to do the same I’d give the whole Just And Noble Cause speech. I had a girlfriend that used to pull that sort of shit in bars. Make ‘your mother’ jokes until someone joked back and then she’d get all indignant about how not funny it was to insult her dead mother, which typically made people laugh, she’d get as indignant as it took to bum them out about it. Her mother was dead and all, but still …

Aww shit, I’m running out of steam in Drools Township here. Oh. Wait. My daughter had this whole going to PDX for thanksgiving versus having money thing. I gave sage fatherly advice (again, no, you shut up, I googled it under Sage Fatherly Advice) about money and joy and ---- oh, oh, oh, so hulu has commercials and, shit I don’t even remember what it’s a commercial for, y’all probably have seen it before, but the lady in the non-aggressively but decidedly pseudo preppy non-offensive middle of the road skirt and blouse says “They say money can’t buy you happiness something something something buy this product or service”. No. Nobody says that. Of course money can buy you happiness, it’s love that money can’t buy, though I’m pretty sure you can rent or lease it. But, apparently not from Drools Township High class of 78. Anyhow she’s going back for thanksgiving and I’m not. Fuck.