Wednesday, September 11, 2002
Sex Shop Epilepsy
My neighbors are old hippies. Rob works at the local forest preserve doing outdoor maintenence, and Brenda is a cleaning lady. Brenda has no teeth, but her gummy bright smile is sweet in an infantile way. Rob is a short little skinny bald guy, and watches lots of sports. We get on well.
I went over to visit them on Sunday night. I hadn't seen my roommate since I left on Saturday morning, and while I was gone he'd disappeared and taken all of our silverware with him. Although I did find one knife, fork, and spoon each hidden underneath the empty silverware tray in the drawer. Curious. I know a married couple that are just way too cute together. Mark is a painting and carpentry contractor, and Linda works at a sex toy shop. My neighbor, Rob, had driven my roommate over to their house. Linda had an epileptic seizure while driving her new car, so the roomie went to drive Linda around while Mark was working. Fortunately Linda was in a her parking lot when it happened and no injuries or damage occured. The doctors have fixed her epilepsy medication and she's back to normal again. I went to visit them yesterday, and pick up my roommate, and she looks okay. She has a massive bruise covering her tiny birdlike right hand from all the IV drips. I never did discover what happened with the silverware. 10:45 AM - Bottle Rocket Fire Alarm
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