Journal of a Working Boy: 9-2-05 *Shot in the Head by an Old Forester*

From the Desk of a Working Boy

To Whom it may concern:

Last night, I was overcome with a thirst that only alcohol could slake. I slaked it for about two hours at the kitchen table over multiple hands of, appropriately, solitaire. During the drunkening, I decided to make my breakfast for the morning so I wouldn’t have to make it then. That was a mistake. The attempted making of a pizza from an old loaf of bread, ketchup, baloney, and bleu cheese dressing was a bigger mistake. I also made some phone calls. I would like take this time to apologize to Allen, Peter, Joe, Slanger, Slanger again, Danny, Heather, Jill and Amanda for any unpleasantness I may have caused. I would also like to apologize to my body, and to my brain I say: You’re getting yours now aren’t you, you bastard. Through all this however one thing remains clear: This is all An Doof Ass’s fault.