:: Out of Spite, Out of Mind ::

:: Wednesday, July 23, 2003 ::

Email I sent to my mom (edited of course)
Mom
Braindead, sorry... Drove a truck all day, we ran out of beer up here so I had to pickup 16 kegs (258 gallons of beer) and 2 kegs of Yeast in San Jose.


I am thinking of donating my body to science, just take the money... buy something nice for yourself.

I hit a parked car with the rental truck today in San Jose. I dented a car that was parked. The truck I drove is huge HUGE. Misjudged distance, the lot was small too. My first thought was that I'd have to pay up the ying yang for insurance- I thought of all the money I owed and began to spiral into a depression. Fortunately, when I got back- Jon the brewer said don't worry cuz GB will pay for it. Not me. So I put the gun and pills and noose away and went to return the truck.

Arrrghhhh! I feel like everything I touch crumbles or explodes! What the hell is wrong with me mother?

Love,
Your son Goh

:: Ol Man Factory 7/23/2003 09:14:00 PM [+] ::
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