Tonight I leave for Portland via Abbotsford. The HP Lovecraft Film Festival is there and Andrew (the film-fest-putter-onner) is good enough to supply Marlo and I with an air mattress and free passes for the weekend. That’s is truly fantastic. The only crappy part is taking the Greyhound to and from Abbotsfjord to meet up with Warren. I wouldn’t have done it if Marlo wasn’t coming with. I spent hours and hours and hours and hours on the Greyhound between 1996 and 1999 going to and fro Chilliwack for band practice by myself. It gave me time to read but there are just too many drunk adults and sober babies on board. And they all make bad noises and bad smells.
Anyway, I won’t be back in town until Sunday, so just forget about any promises I made to you, or you think I made to you, until then.
But what about our childs Bar mitzvah on Saturday?? You promised and said you’d always support us?! You vile eldrich Bastard!
Have a great time! Spooky in Portland!
Michael if I’ve told you once, I’ve told you one time –
you’re just the girl who claims that I am the one. But the kid is not my son. No no no.
have a good time! this is for torlo. i’m just too lazy to double post.