Wednesday, May 11, 2011

I never claimed to understand what happens after dark.

“Hey Dad,” I began, “Do you think that the night is intrinsically evil?”

[enter thirty seconds of silence (the real one-mis-sis-sip-pi kind)]



“Me neither,” I merely thought to myself, but what the hell was he thinking about for thirty whole seconds?”


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