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November 6, 2007

Tuesday

Today's theme is blind.

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Blind? Oh, yeah, they were right about that one. Haven't been able to see a damn thing for near on four years. Who knew? Well, someone did apparently.

So would I have done anything different? Hell, no! Gotta go for the gusto, live life to the fullest, seize the day, and all that other happy-crappy nonsense people like to spout. What the fuck is the point of living to a ripe old age if you didn't have some fun along the way? And, oh yes, did I ever have some fun.

Still, the hairy palms were a BIG fucking surprise.

Posted by: No One of Consequence at November 6, 2007 4:20 PM · Permalink

Randy's hands trembled along the cold ground.

After six beers, walking home seemed like a smart idea. Now, after a stumble, he felt like an idiot as he searched for his spectacles against the blackness of the moonless night.

From a kneeling position, he could feel where the side of the highway met the gravel and where the gravel morphed into weeds.

A clicking noise caused him to turn his head. Dirty but otherwise unscathed, his glasses lay illuminated by a flashlight. Randy looked up and squinted but could only see stars as a wooden club connected with his skull.

Posted by: Rick at November 6, 2007 7:32 PM · Permalink