I am back. That was no April fool yesterday. I did not mention that it was 23 years ago yesterday that Marvin Gaye was shot and killed by his father, Marvin Gaye, Sr. Pretty fucked up that.
This is short. Wish me luck. I want to say I am headed into the viper's den. That is not appropriate. These people are too self-absorbed and ignorant to be real evil. I could handle real evil. I am, unfortunately, about to be subjected to the real banal. Yes, people, talk to me as if I really give a shit. Notice how I do not make eye contact. That is because I do not care what you have to say. My thinking is that if you had something important (or useful) to say, you would have said years ago. Since, it has been close to twenty years of this, inductive reasoning tells me that the probability of importance will be low this time as well.
Yes, it is Passover time (a happy one to all those out there celebrating it) which means I am about to lock myself, 25 floors up, in a large room with 20 odd (odd is the operative word here) members of the Outlaws. I need a drink, NOW!!! So think of me, in my own private hell with a full complement of Outlaws. My mother in law dragging herself, fragile and crying, saying, "Never again" until the guilt hits her and she does it again next year.
Given my story about Friday and my father in law, my mother in law has to host this monstrosity of uselessness. She cannot take my father in law anywhere but with family. He would embarrass her with one of his seven o'clock we have to go outbursts. Ahhhhh!
On the bright side, I should have some tales to tell. I will keep y'all posted.
Ciao!
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