Saturday, May 02, 2009
Relations Were Permanently Soured
I was our mouths. I did all the talking. With my mouth. At the time, I was painting a lot and attending a lot of vigils, as well, I was drinking too much hot gin-and-water with croutons. Probably the beginning of my downfall was when I began selling and purchasing pharmaceuticals in the receiving community to support the local economy and avoid customs issues. Anyway, long story short-- a recklessly loose-lipped witness forced us to barricade ourselves in that storage facility and I was our mouth-oriented spokesman. That's what I am trying to tell you.