Heeding the Crocodiles
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
  Death Isn't In the Immediate Vicinity, But I Can Hear His Distant Whistle
Nothing makes me feel older than going to the doctor to have something lopped off of my face. It's enough to make me slam my walker into the ground in frustration. But then I'd have to have my wrists looked at.
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