I don't know about you, but all this gloom-and-doom talk is starting to get to me.
First just yesterday I see JPK pacing slowly along Flagler, working his way toward La Loggia, silent and alone in his thoughts.
Then this morning as I drove into work in my hermetically-sealed SFLmobile I came across nearly a dozen large turkey vultures, feasting on some fresh road kill. I paused briefly, as I watched the carrions determinedly pick the flesh off the bones of the decaying, unidentifiable carcass.
I'm sure this is just a coincidence, right?
Right?
16 comments:
I'm thinking of getting a second job. If you get a phone call from a guy with a husky voice selling magazines don't hang up.
Wait SFL, I thought you just said that JPK was downtown. Is La Loggia on your drive to work? Please clarify.
'trane
JPK was downtown yesterday.
7:17, I already took a second job.
I work at the drive thru at McDonald's. Damn that alimony!
7:35 you'll make more money selling oranges on the off ramp after 5 o'clock.
Superior writing here SFL. Unfortunately, you have encountered two bad omens, and they usually come in threes.
Wanna know what's depressing? Plumbers make more an hour than some attorneys.
Peace out to your chickie.
newbie -
Late for the short bus again I see.
Foghorn Leghorn said it best:
"I say, that boy just ain't right."
'trane
8:11, good laugh!
'though some of us in the firm are still laughing about the 'pacifier' and 'rattler' joke.
SFL if money's a little tight why not sell a couple of your 'home movies' online?
In honor of your post SFL accept this salt:
JPK had but one thing to call his own
Three weight ounce pure golden ring no precious stone
Five nights without a bite
No place to lay his head
And if nobody takes him in
He'll soon be dead
On the street he spied my face I heard him hail
In our plot of frozen space he told his tale
Poor man, he showed his hand
So righteous was his need
And me so wise I bought his prize
For chicken feed
Newfound cash soon begs to smash a state of mind
Close inspection fast revealed his favorite kind
Poor kid, he overdid
Embraced the spreading haze
And while he sighed his body died
In fifteen ways
When I heard I grabbed a cab to where he lay
'Round his arm the plastic tag read D.O.A.
Yes Jack, I gave it back
The ring I could not own
Now come my friend I'll take your hand
And lead you home
'trane whether La Loggia is on his way to work, how and why is it relevant?
8:51, this summed it up --
Poor kid, he overdid
Embraced the spreading haze
And while he sighed his body died
In fifteen ways
Alan we know you are into movies, how about windsurfing?
9:51, newbs, did you fall on your head much during your formative years?
Has anyone read Alan's book? Seriously, there is no way Alan is SFL.
His book is humorous but lacks SFLs' snark.
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