The Shattered Prayer

After Thanksgiving, we started to talk about religion and people’s differing beliefs and my dad shared this little tidbit with us.

The DEA had visited that day. Rock showed the agents around all hundred acres of the farm. There wasn’t a marijuana plant in site. But there were cucumbers, tomatoes, squash, beans and peas, all organically grown. Rock sent the agents home with a basket full of fresh vegetables.

Breathing at night.  Who would have believed it would be such a difficult thing to do?  But apparently it is.   Or at least it was, until CPAP.  Now this post may not be interesting to you, but to me, it is fantastic!  Life altering even!  Thanks to CPAP, I can finally sleep through the night. 

I think I’ve been dissed by our gutter man.

I was searching for a title that would make a good name for a pub. I first conceptualised my blog as a ‘hangout’ where everybody knows your name. Kind of a dark moldy place but with a friendly, close-knit clientele.

I got the name from a random name generator. It just seemed to fit.

Its been a workday’s length full of blogging. If work was like this, no one would ever want to leave. Time has flown thus far, but I know how it can start to drag in the wee hours.

R the P and Mojo are taking the wheel between 6 and 8. Right?

Right?

… in the blog’s appearance, thats just me screwing around with the design. Be patient, please.

… its gettin’ there.

I’ll be doing some more work on it when I get back from dinner. If, that is, I get any feedback after all this hard work. I mean, even if its to say “Ugh, put it back the way it was!” or “Oh my Gods, a penis!”.