Finally freed Mooch (my cat) from the clutches of Count Dracula & Count Chocula today. He's here with D-Man & me at the new place. I don't understand why they kept him, really - since they say they are both allergic to cats. It's just mind boggling to me. Holding a cat for ransom...I still have the futon (which I'm sleeping on) and which they are trying to lay claim to. They have my bed, so... fair trade, as far as I'm concerned. The nerve of some people...
I must return to Castle Dracula one more time to get my upright bass, congas, paintings, art materials and some other personal items.I wonder if they'll let me take my things - or if they'll say they belong to them.
Drac gave me a list of things that he wants returned - he says they are his, but he knows differently. He's turned into such a lying bastard lately. It's really sad to see what he's become. He called me "irresponsible" and "negligent" in his last phone message. Strangely, although it's not humorous in the least, I got a big laugh out of that. What a putz. At least I got my pussy...
I was glad to see you posting
ReplyDeleteI hope this all works out for you
Thanx Ur-s.
ReplyDeleteIt feels good to be able to write. Maybe soon I'll feel something close to being human again. It's getting better - but I almost don't want to say that out loud...
Peace Bro.
Darling James, of course it will get better and they can eat shit and bark at the moon!
ReplyDeletePerhaps you should move to Canada and assist me with my missionary work (if not position) bringing glamour to the unwashed and illiterate Canadian peasants. You shall always have a place in my heart and a seat on my face, it seats six you know.
Thanks MMT. I've missed your quick wit, you know.
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