Monday, June 04, 2007

How to Make a Bad Day Worse

Monday, June 04, 2007, 8:37 p.m., checking voicemail after returning from casino...

“Leila, it’s your mom.”

“If you’re there you need to answer the phone.”

“Your brother ran away today and told his therapist you told him to do it.”

“And you know what? I’m glad you told him to. Good for him!”

Muscle dystrophy/spinal tumor, move to the back. There's a new sheriff in town...

1 comment:

Sean said...

And that sheriff would be?

And watch out for Bob Marley and Peter Macintosh, apparently, they're fond of shooting the sheriff and leaving the deputy behind.