Fourteen Precepts in Fifteen Days
LivingSmall lived a little large last night — between drinking with the “emerald dealer” from Columbia (by way of Fargo), and the guy who dragged me out of the party at midnight and pulled his mother’s old shotgun out of the back of his pickup truck in order to show me how nice and small and light it was (we’d been discussing bird dogs), well, LivingSmall has a bit of a head on her, and will resume pure, zen-like thoughts tomorrow, once she’s cleansed the toxins from her body.