me: oh, what to do on a Friday night in Tucson, the human rights activist thought to himself towards the end of a long day writing about prison conditions... Matthew: wow, it's like the chatting version of "stranger than fiction" me: He quickly considered his crazy friend's strange idea about chicken t-shirts, but he had more important things to do this Friday night He hung his head and ran his fingers through his tussled hair, he was wiped out after a week fighting the forces of evil "i've got a serious appointment with a mister Elijah Craig this evening" "and the girl, she will be expecting some loving" Matthew: i'm glad my life has become a graphic novel Sent at 6:24 PM on Friday me: Mateo, the demon slaying chicken freak, has found himself in yet another pickle... how will he get out of this one? He is there, out on a dusty desert road, alone with the Sheriff Matthew: i still have yet to see any comments by a mr. sean tanner... on my blog that is. me: oh right. Let me see here... Sent at 6:27 PM on Friday
...tending chickens and gardening in his little slice of the sonoran desert, meanwhile musing about the general state of things and telling you all about it (and more) as he goes - because having a blog means people care, right?
2 comments:
ahh...the life. These are really beautiful pictures. They make me want to dive right into your landscape.
me: oh, what to do on a Friday night in Tucson, the human rights activist thought to himself towards the end of a long day writing about prison conditions...
Matthew: wow, it's like the chatting version of "stranger than fiction"
me: He quickly considered his crazy friend's strange idea about chicken t-shirts, but he had more important things to do this Friday night
He hung his head and ran his fingers through his tussled hair, he was wiped out after a week fighting the forces of evil
"i've got a serious appointment with a mister Elijah Craig this evening"
"and the girl, she will be expecting some loving"
Matthew: i'm glad my life has become a graphic novel
Sent at 6:24 PM on Friday
me: Mateo, the demon slaying chicken freak, has found himself in yet another pickle...
how will he get out of this one?
He is there, out on a dusty desert road, alone with the Sheriff
Matthew: i still have yet to see any comments by a mr. sean tanner...
on my blog that is.
me: oh right. Let me see here...
Sent at 6:27 PM on Friday
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