Friday, June 13, 2014

Foggy Friday Morning

A favorite old quote:

"Ever heard the sound of one mouth screaming? I have for years, my own.
I didn't want to go home. I didn't want to see anybody. I just needed to be
invisible for a few days, to get down in the dirt, lose myself with all the
others, the defeated, the demented, and the damned.
They're the real people of this world, and I was proud to be in their
company." --Charles Bukowski

It'll clear up by the weekend. 

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