12-16-2010, 09:12 PM
I sometimes feel there is someone standing behind me getting ready to push me into an oncoming bus. Sometimes I feel they are pulling me back from the curb. I have psycho comedic angels protecting and toying with me at every odd numbered corner. I think they are Chinese railroad workers that got blown up on a hill in the 1800's building the trans-continental railroad. They all have the first names "Ling" and they are pissed.
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.