FPL my new HOME

Soon. Real soon. I'll have something to write about, until then I write about this.

Wait until it gets colder. I'll drink less and write more. More or less, I'll drink and write. Sure. I wonder if the FPL has a policy against hip flasks or my tripping septuagenarians down the library stairs for the paltry contents of their bill folds and poggabooks.

Maybe not against the hip flasks but I'm relatively sure that there is something in the bylaws about cracking the hips of town elders.

Now I'm onto it let me tell you about the collection of riffraff and roustabouts stuffed into the computer lab of my new office.

(Falmouth Public Library: finally I have a deadline to work under as i get signed off in ten minutes)

In this millieu, this veritable pressure cooking of Falmouth's old and retarded; we currently have a loudmouth bitch on a cellphone call with Overstock.com. Fuck her in the mouth. She makes me angry. (I have to hurry know time is running low)

Then there is the young lady with a mild to severe retardation behind me screaming out the name of the emoticon everytime she sends one to her halfwit friends. SMILIY FACE!

SMILY FACE WITH TOUNGE! SAD FACE! :LAUGHING FACE:!!!!!!!!!!!!

I wonder what it would be like to share an open mouth kiss with her

TIMES UP.