Some men are born to greatness…others are just born to survive. This is a story of the latter. My…CHRONICLES OF WHAMMAGEDDON
Woof…day 18. This last weekend I went to the mall. Double woof. It might as well have been Vietnam circa 1965. Each store a brand new nightmare. Bath and body bombs…Gloria Jean’s PTSD…Spencers. They almost got me 4 separate times. I sprinted out of the book store…elbowed a child in the head exiting the video game store…broke gramma’s hip when I body checked her out of the departments store…and I decapitated one of those creepy animal scooters. The song wasn’t playing then…those things are just creepy. Related story…I’m not allowed in the mall anymore. The days are getting shorter…I feel them coming. I’ll keep you close, my friend. Follow me and my CHRONICLES OF WHAMMAGEDDON!