Monday, August 26, 2013


A Milkshake Made of Gold

Okay, I’m ready now.  I just
need to know where I’m going.

I appreciate your concerns
regarding your visit.  Please

be assured that I had much
more to show you.  That’s

when I went ahead and
posted all of the ones

that I was embarrassed
about.  It actually felt

pretty good.  Until it
hit me.  There are so many

parties that I don’t get in-
vited to.  My attempts to

merge my nightmare
with your nightmare

kept getting interrupted.
I felt reasonably sure

that time was of the
essence.  That a

heartattack was
imminent.  Unless

I were somehow
able to arrive.  To,

you know, save the
day.  And most

the night.