Sunday, September 30

Ten past Three

The answer to every question I've been asked this weekend.

Anne and I went to see Jack White Friday night, and he turns it up to 11.

I'm sure the tinnitus will eventually leave.

We had weed smokers behind us, and a speed user in front of us.

Being rock n roll Anne and I split a beer, mainly because Anne forgot to bring her ID. I'm at the age where I don't want my wife to look 20.

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