Tales of another reality. Reminiscences of my time in the sick people business, and random thoughts otherwise clinging to my attention, like a baby monkey on a weimaraner.
For those who have (for whatever reason) grown accustomed to reading my material on an every-Friday-Afternoon basis, I apologize. Between work, family, and general laziness (er, I mean, other distractions!), I have not committed any thoughts to metaphorical paper this past week. But, I have an installment tee’d up for this coming Friday!
Tales of another reality. Reminiscences of my time in the sick people business, and random thoughts otherwise clinging to my attention, like a baby monkey on a weimaraner.
Tales of another reality. Reminiscences of my time in the sick people business, and random thoughts otherwise clinging to my attention, like a baby monkey on a weimaraner.
Where a Redneck Jew, a Hispanic Catholic, and a Computer Geek write about Gun Rights, Self Defense and whatever else we can think about.
Tales of another reality. Reminiscences of my time in the sick people business, and random thoughts otherwise clinging to my attention, like a baby monkey on a weimaraner.
Tales of another reality. Reminiscences of my time in the sick people business, and random thoughts otherwise clinging to my attention, like a baby monkey on a weimaraner.
Musings of A Stretcher Ape 
Apology accepted but unnecessary. It’s not like you have a contractual obligation to regale us, y’know. Although, we do appreciate your efforts to brighten our (OK, my) otherwise-dreary friday.
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