Wednesday's Digressions

• If I was dying, one last thing I'd do before I punched out: go duck hunting with the guys I used to hunt with years ago.




• Oh, and I'd use it as an excuse to get Larry Teh Cable Guy to go with us.




• My friend-girl rubs her boobies on me every chance she gets and I don't know what to make of it. We already know there's not going to be anything between us so yeah- I don't know what to make of it. She will say, Oh here, let me reach for this thing, that I don't really need that's up and over behind your head and while I'm here, let me move this other thing waaaay up there and this thing waaay down there. No, she doesn't literally say that while rubbing her boobs on my arm or across my face, but she might as well. It's intentional. No one is that oblivious. Is she trying to tempt me, lead me on, have some harmless fun?




• Wimmin.




• They're a mystery, inside an enigma, wrapped in a riddle.




• Sorry Winston.




• I went out to the lake this morning to take advantage of the overcast and take some pics. While there as I was on my way out, some punks discharged a firearm 4 times from the pavillion into the water. I ran up toward the sound of the gunfire, but they split too quick in their white Honda Civic. Being unarmed and without a cel phone I thought better of chasing them and walked the last bit to my car and listened to Neil Sperry on NPR.




• That's how you can guess you're getting old.




• They were also driving way too fast and good for me as they tore away from the area- that's how you know you're getting old.