Boy, I love to skip a parade. Having firemen BRANDASHING shiny new axes in front of me was fairly brazen. I stopped one of the dress offitted freaks, and I let him know that I had met L.Aldrich in Indianapolis, and he came to a fire call at my apartment. The Minneapolis Fire Man admitted that he very much knew who L. Aldrich was. It was probably stupid to follow me. Sometimes I can just DISAPPEAR.
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