It’s Thursday afternoon, and I’ve been scouting the nooze all week. And here’s a story to write up the next day: American Cancer Society blames “traditional values” for “gays” getting cancer (so it’s your fault, and mine!). Right behind it comes news from Haiti. Vigilantes burn five gang-bangers alive and leave the charred corpses in the street as a reminder to others.
Close the laptop. No mas, no mas…
And wouldn’t you know it? Besieged by bad dreams all night long. I am glad I don’t remember them. All I do remember is suddenly waking up, escaping from the nightmare, and saying aloud “That will be enough of that! This stops here!” And waddaya know? It did stop!
So now it’s Friday, and I’m pretty beat… and I guess I’ll go outside and have a cigar while waiting for Joe Collidge to materialize.