Random thoughts on most things from A. M. Craig.

Friday, December 14, 2007


I'm about ready to be finished with this Christmas tree gig. I'm cold
when I'm here. I have to pee and I can't leave the lot. I'm hungry but,
again, can't leave the lot. I brought a grapefruit for lunch, but that
will be a little more interesting after I cut my right index finger
putting up our sign. I have to haggle with customers. It's snowing. My
lips are chapped. I smell like a forrest.
But payday is soon. That will be nice.

1 comment:

Emily said...

I'd bring you lunch if you weren't so far away.