Sunday, April 18, 2010

All pity is self-pity.


Listening to Henry talk sometimes is akin to freebasing cocaine with David Lynch. Make of that what you will!

7 comments:

Roddy said...

The boy is still exploring the bounds of the English language. Make what you will of that.
My god. Some of the conversations I had with your brother and yourself.
They are still memorable. Finding the right answers was always a challenge. One thing though. I never lied to you. Everything was as open and honest as I could make it.
I loved those days. You are stirring old memories at present.
Am I permitted to say I love you? Sorry!

Tom said...

write some of it down, before you forget!

J said...

I'm LOVING this!

Kris said...

Roddy, excuse me while I hang myself...

Kris said...

Tom, that's what the blog was supposed to be about!

Kris said...

J, you just climaxed, didn't you?

Roddy said...

If you hang yourself then do it where your kids won't find you. It could muck up their day. Not to mention messing with their minds.