Marc

New Orleans, Louisiana

Pimples.

Make that "random search selection" count 3 out of 4. I was searched two more times today, much to my own chagrin. The guy who "randomly selected" me in Denver this morning even had me drink my water in front of him. Did he think I was planning to poison the reservoirs of the nation from above? Shit, I didn't even have an exit row seat. Boogers to him.

I'd talk more but I don't much want to. Sorry. I'm engrossed in Ken Kesey's Sometimes a Great Notion right now, and am content to lay on the bed and read for a while. Besides, I've got to go buy rubber bands, too. Maybe later?