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It's 1:37 a.m. EST on Christmas morning and

  • It's 1:37 a.m. EST on Christmas morning and I'm sitting here surrounded by wrapped presents thinking "Is this IT? Is this what it's all about?" If Christmas could be different, I'd
  • want it to be spent in summer camping by the river Spey in the highlands of Scotland. One morning I would get out of my tent to go swimming naked in a river of Scotch whisky.
  • It wasn't fast flowing & I didn't inhale, but I discovered you can absorb whiskey through your skin, & you know what they say about drinking & swimming. I was swimming in the drink
  • of exhilaration, absorbing the whiskey absorbing my pain. "Breathe deep the gathering gloom..". Now I know what that line meant. Knights in White
  • Linen had always been a fantasy of mine. I'm grande like that. Sparkly too. I can play the piano like no one's business, I am, LIBERACE! Maybe you heard of me?
  • "No." I shut the door on the vacuum cleaner salesman. Nobody vacuums anymore, anyways, not with these self-vacuuming carpets. God I'm bored. Thankfully, the Midleton was only half
  • full. I stepped back and realized how abrasive I must have appeared to the pimply faced salesmen who was probably pay for his mortgage. Reluctantly I peeked through the peephole
  • And realised they were selling toxic bundles of bad debts dating from 2007. I never answered the door after that if they showed up. I didn't want to lose everything like others did
  • when they invested in those mortgage-backed securities. Fools! However, I did answer the door for the Kleen-Eezy salesman and the Jehovah's Witnesses. Once, my neighbour knocked
  • on the door asking to re-use some "clean" TP. I was only all too happy to oblige. I'm a very obliging person, so they say, and yet I can't get a date in Little New Orleans.

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