Heave ho
My neighbor across the road got mad at her son and threw a lawnchair at him. Beaned him pretty good with it too. Had I not been on the phone with Shawn at the time and been narrating the event (which I saw in its entirety), I would’ve thought I was dreaming.
The kid (he’s 16) ran screaming into the house. The mom kept yelling after him but never got up out of her own chair.
Heh. Tales from the ghetto. 🙂
I’ve been blogging offline today. I don’t do it very often, but today I had a lot on my mind that isn’t fit for print. It’s a balance of psychosis and hopefulness; kind of like my bipolar Gemini personality. 🙂 All I can tell you is that I’ll be fine. Eventually!