02 May, 2006 "You didn't go to Hell! You went to purgatory, my friend!"
it's almost two weeks since i've pieced together more than a few sentences, coherently. either due to laziness or time restraints, my journaling skills are sucking, hard. and, since the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, i thought tonight would be a good one to get back into the groove. that's what i get for thinking... and for working in the printing industry. the writing passes through here, it is not created here. so, until such time that the cosmic vibrations converge, here's a bit of life that almost imitated art, today: merging onto route 29, my foot feathering the throttle through the acceleration lane, i had to fall in behind a late model Cadillac... silver... with New Jersey plates. being the stone Sopranos freak that i am, the first thing i thought of was Paulie Walnuts. he's been plying his trade in an identical car since this season began (i guess the earlier one, with the out-of-tune Godfather air horns was a bit long in the tooth) good thing there wasn't the familiar swept-back grey wings at the temples of the occupant... because there was NO WAY i was following that hack towards Jersey. that cat's erratic. lethally.
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