Didn’t make one whimper during the blood test, so I cart-wheeled out of the building onto a nearby tree-stump and stood like this for about three minutes. Then I got cold and a squirrel looked at me.
Posted on Wednesday September 15th
About me
I'm Jack. Sometimes my hair is untidy, riddled with goblins and smurfs. When I scream into the Grand Canyon, it inspires pained howling in wild dogs and wily coyotes, and compels all leaf-eating mammals to scuttle for higher ground in wait of the great flood. I think Goku is an existential paragon. My life's trajectory is adjusted towards becoming a hermit and dying alone somewhere on top of a golden mountain at sunset. Which is a jolly good innings, all told.
