Monday, September 15, 2003

"Hey, Jack Kerouac

I think of your mother."

For some reason a memory of going with my girlfriend to see Natalie Merchant in concert in Berkeley a few years ago popped into my mind. Even though I'm at work my eyes are welling up slightly.
at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Insert bad joke here.

  • (no title)
    They've started selecting jurors for the defendants accused of killing Gwen Araujo. It's difficult to believe that this crime occur...
  • (no title)
    Insert bad joke here.