Filled a water bottle full of peppermint schnapps. Snuck it into a football game. Pulled on it for hours. And like a creep from the night, or fingers dropping a Mickey into the clear liquor, I lost my mind. Lost memory. Wife said it looked as if I had on clown shoes while walking. In the house I fell over the couch and landed on the lap tops monitor. The screen has a permanent scar. If the victim had been a man they'd have bled to death, a burn victim, scared over 75 percent of their bodies.
I wanted to get at least one post in for November. If you ask me where time has flown,I'll call you a liar. Something as fast as time couldn't possibly be moving.
Don't drink a bottle of schnapps. If you do, build a lazy boy with wheels, with shoulder straps and install a box of wet wipes in case you shit your pants.
Peace to your unrealized dreams
Ken
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