Toothpicks & Homemade Birthday Cards

Hello Boys and Girls,
Today’s words must be brief as we do not have much time.

I suppose I could link this with recent blog: ‘Live as Though Each Minute Were Your Last’ or even leave it on a more philosophically questioning tone…Like how much time do we actually have?
….Like in the Tibetan sense of how we are all dying…Slowly but surely…Life’s a journey bla bla bla.

But, what I actually mean, is that my lap top is nearly out of battery, and I can’t find the charger in this mess that is my home.

So let’s not fart around…let’s get down to business.

Firstly, my apologies for not having written anything for several weeks. I have been trapped in my bathroom with no toilet paper at my disposal, and had lost my voice from shouting for help from my deafened neighbours. (It is my own fault that they can’t hear, for it is I that have deafened them with loud music and badly tuned instruments.) (Karma.)

Which reminds me of one time in Nam, when all we had were lamp shades and left over balony sandwiches…the grenades were coming hard and fast, and we had to dodge those critters left, right and North North East.

We used to flip coins to see who would be the (un)lucky fellow who would be sent out into the field to collect coffee beans that day. Aaaaah, the smell of napalm and freshly brewed farts…uh….coffee, in the morning. Good times, good times.

I’m off to find more bullets, ’cause all I’ve got left is jelly beans. And they’re coming….The fuckers are coming.
Shit.

Probably f*x*ed Probable Sushi.