Tag Archives: dogs

7-04-09 (noon) “Ain’t Nobody in the Whole Camp Gonna Miss Lunch Today”

Thus spake young Riv, my cellie, who kinda resembles Ceraun if he’d discovered weed at an early age, going so far as to boldly proclaim that today’s lunch would be the best of the year. So it was with promises of burgers, dogs, and potato salad in vast quantities dancing through my head that I [...]

6-03-09 (10:00 p.m.) The Long Road to Lebanon: Organ Leggers, Moon Landings, and Other Various Bullshit

Well, I just got to Lebanon, and boy, is my ass sore. Actually, if I’m being honest, all of the rest of me is sore, while my ass has reached some sort of critical mass of pain heretofore unexperienced by mankind. I am gummy, smelly, and possibly in a mild state of shock. Everything seems [...]

6-22-2008

“You see that city over there? That’s where I should be, not over here with the fuckin’ dogs and the fuckin’ garbage blowing back and  forth. I’ve had it with them, I’ve had it with you, I’ve had it with all this… I WANT ROOM SERVICE! I want the club sandwich, I want the cold [...]