The cruelty and injustices of the world

Unemployment leaves people with too much time. Miracleed has been spending lotsa time at the house here. He has his own key. Unfortunately the back door lock is currently busted in the locked position. So he comes in through the basement door.

For those of you who don’t know me, you can see the giant, hairy, red patched bastard that I am in the pictures section marked “Shay.” Time and the love of a good woman has let me accept the genetic freakishness that is me. Every visible part of my body shows patches of psoriasis. And hair. The hair is everywhere. I am one hairy man. I thought children would fear me, but they seem to see me as a giant teddy bear. (This disappoints me.)

So, it gave Miracleed pause when he walked into the Chinese Whorehouse (what my basement apartment of Mom’s house is called) and saw my sleeping, perfectly clear, hair-free shiny pink ass. He wondered much about the nature of God’s humor and suggested I learn to walk on my hands.

Currently listening to Bull In The Heather by Sonic Youth

~ by kinshay on 2003-07-30.

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