The reason I was sick on Thursday was because

The reason I was sick on Thursday was because of an incident on Friday which took so much soul out of me that it's effects were felt the day before the cause.

I listened to some very old music by Bob Dylan and looked for my old leather boots. They still fit! My mum remembered them well. He had just won the Nobel literature prize.

An overlooked ray of hope in a cruel year that set the standard for those to come. I'd got my boots that very day, a gift from a cowboy uncle who I'd never seen. But they fit well

and made me think of sagebrush, dusty roads & wide open country. This cowboy uncle of mine lived in Wyoming. He was my Godfather but I had only a faded picture of him sitting on a

cactus, a tight smile on his face. Ah yes, old Uncle Bob...a genuine cowboy & a gentleman. Once he lassoed what he thought was a wild boar in a touch. Turned out it was Aunt JoJo.

"I'll be hog-tied!" said Aunt JoJo. Uncle Bob and Aunt JoJo were married for four magical months until she left town with the only man in town with a beard longer than hers.

Uncle bob was devastated. He could never grow a true beard. The Asian side of him would never let him age or grow a magnificent beard. He resorted to Rogain on the chin. If he coul

grow a hair upon his lip, he would no longer be known as the baby. He would be a man.

But instead of growing one expected peach fuzz, he grew an entire giraffe neck length of hairs on his entire facial area. "HELP!" he cried, "WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?" People around