ShagmoorLounge

April 18, 2006

Eliza Do Little woke me up this morning by calling and asking if I ever knew anyone who'd had an affair with their own father. That's one piece of fucked-up shit I was happy to say I'd never encountered. I know a lot of people who were raped and molested when they were kids because it's the All-American pastime, but having an all out affair? Nope, glad to report.

So we got the new roof on. The house is aligned, anchored, and bolted to the piers. Now they're reinforcing the foundation and then the electrical and plumbing can get started. My wife has ants in her pants to get in there and start painting and shit, but I haven't let her and the gang hang out unless I'm there. It's a fucking disaster area that house.

I'm getting a lot of work done on the new project. It's holding my interest. I've got a lot of accounts set up and I'm banking a buck or two. My parents are apart and my wife is happy and I'm starting to feel like life is kinda how it should be.

I know I'm gonna get knocked on my ass any minute. I know that a moment of happiness or even contentment must be bought with a pound of bleeding flesh that's been ripped from your body. I know that. I know it's coming. Fuck it. All we have is today, right? Well today's been okay. So was yesterday and the day before that. I'm not in New Orleans. I'm not in Afghanistan. I'm not in Iraq.

I'm okay, you're okay. How about that shit? Well, fuck you too.

The Shadow knows 12:48 AM
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