Ok…odd side note here…

I’m on the phone with Robin (my girlfriend) when Karen (my roommate) comes on the back porch and asks me if I remember Ed. The guy with E=MC2 tattooed on him. I tell her I do. She then asks if I remember his girlfriend Robin – who she is on the phone with.

Yeah.

The Robin and Ed I wrote about in my journal just today.

Then I talk to Spud later.

Life is fucking weird.

My buddy Sam linked to my site today, and referred to this story as Fear and Loathing in Philadelphia.

I like!

Think I might wrap this bitch up this time.

Chapter Five

So terribly sorry if this story has gotten so long that it’s getting annoying to some of you. I’ve gone back through and shrunk them with Live Journal cuts, and will do so for the rest of this.

Of course, nobody is twisting your arm to read them, either.

Chapter Four

Man, you people are demanding. So I start a little story and then don’t finish it right off. You’d think I had invaded Kuwait or something.

Chapter Three

For those who didn’t read the first one, this is a continuation of a story I started here. Go ahead and get caught up. We’ll wait.

La la la.

sigh

Back? Great!

Chapter Two