point of falling in clear genre categories. Last night was a spy
I was at some big event, and all the political brass were there. I met
Bill Clinton, I remember that distinctly, because he was older, and
fatter, and had a rosey nose and gin blossoms.
Later on, I was being chased, and I threw a guy down a long, steep
stairway. He rolled all the way to the bottom, and got back up to get
me. There was a wheel barrow at the top where I was, and I slid it down
at him, wheel side up. Went just like a sled. That got'em. Ouch.
-Sent from Austin's phone.