Thursday, June 29, 2006

93 of 210 : Uncle Jimmy

perpetually smelled of three-day-old Budweiser. I couldn’t tell you what, if anything, he did for a living. A wiry little fellow, he was never without a cigarette or a simple-minded grin (possibly from the Bud, possibly from inbreeding). Inexplicably, he loved my Aunt Peggy, golf, and that God damned malamute.


At Thursday, June 29, 2006 9:08:00 AM, Blogger Indigo Bunting said...

Clearly this dog deeply affected you.

At Thursday, June 29, 2006 9:12:00 AM, Blogger Sewa Yoleme said...

Rape is a traumatic event.


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