Monday, January 01, 2007

New Years Day

Took Glowenda and her purse dog down back behind the plant to the duck blind I got there with a thermos of scotch just to sit still for a while. There was some activity at the plant. Closed but eight or nine rust and squeal vans, bald tires, in the lot...other than that no signs the place is been overnighted or otherwise sold. Be like them no doubt. Cocksuckers. Just let us all die there one day.

What happens when the dog goes Glowenda wants to know. We should open a dog cemetery. When the plant closes we will.