I think it is all the wave runners buzzing around here every day sounding so much like a bunch of bees at a hive that causes my mind to be so addled all the time. I don't consciously relate it to the last time I was stung but I'm sure the memory is pulsating back in there somewhere. One real tiny insect sticking her little modified egg-laying apparatus into the top of my head and injecting a dab of bee venom gave me the appearance of having overly botulinum toxin filled lips, terrible itching palms, a raspy breath and a $600 plus visit to the hospital. To make bad even more than bad, at the hospital they told us the next time will be worse and if not treated promptly could even be fatal. Now isn't that a thought to carry around in your head as you walk out there among them? Going to the garage or walking down the road I see some form of at least 12 to 20 of those little killers every day and some flying less than an inch from my body. I don't usually spend much time outside unless Glenda is home.
She won't be today but I'm going with her. We are going to take that CD thing back to Sam's in Columbia and being Booneville is so close, a run in that direction for lunch will probably jerk our reins. You can lead a man to a gambling boat but you can't make him gamble! As it is with some of us weaklings force isn't necessary.
If at first you don't succeed, failure may be your style.~Quentin Crisp
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