Was you ever bit by a dead bee?

It isn’t as if anyone ever intends to have that disgusting tub-ring, or pink mold in the toilet, or peeling paint, or a rust-speckled car, or a massive belly, or a failed marriage, or a bankrupt commercial enterprise: these things just happen while we aren’t taking the time or exerting the effort to properly maintain the object of concern.
My Life as a…Gas Station Attendant.: Dead for a Ducat.

August 3rd, 2005

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