It was a bad day. A lot of bad stuff happened. And I'd love to forget it all. But I don't. Not ever. Because this is what I do. Every time, every day, every second, this: On five, we're bringing down the government.
Saturday, November 26
The Sound Of Stridence
Well, technically, stridulation. Last night there was an invisible cricket the size of a '57 Chevy directly outside my bedroom window.
I say it was that big based on the noise it made - the loudest insect I have ever encountered - and I say invisible because when I went outside, in the rain, with a torch, I couldn't see a damn thing, but it started right up again when I went back in and turned the lights off.
Well, technically, stridulation. Last night there was an invisible cricket the size of a '57 Chevy directly outside my bedroom window.
I say it was that big based on the noise it made - the loudest insect I have ever encountered - and I say invisible because when I went outside, in the rain, with a torch, I couldn't see a damn thing, but it started right up again when I went back in and turned the lights off.
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Wednesday, November 16
Precipitation, Precipitation
Kindly depart my vicinity and return on a subsequent occasion.
Kindly depart my vicinity and return on a subsequent occasion.
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