friends and. . .not

editors note; At T-Bones request, I leave it intact.

Hey everyone. . .just another day really, went to Flock (it's a group of Shakespeare/Aeschelus/puppet people).
I volunteered there for a few hours (1-9) making bowls, tying things together, etc.
Came home, and apparently I had a visitor at home named Jen, she wants me in a show on saturday, and being thursday night, that's rather stress inducing. For the both of us.
I was planning on being in this show, but unfortunately, there was a group of people there that I had considered friends that just turned out to be. . .men of low moral standards. . .philistines of modern society, if you will, neandertals of today; I merely await one to fall into the tar pits of our 21st century society (at least one of them will likely end up in a correctional facility with a mop on his head, being affectionatly refered to by t-bone as "peaches" and pulling up his orange junp suit, wiping his tears away, and thusly going to the medicinal cabinet to find a maxi pad).

I harbor no ill will against these people.
I only wish they had spines, and would confront me directly and refrain from their current smear campaign against mine honor. There's a great line from Othello
"'tis thought abroad that the lusty moor hath twixt my sheets performed my office, and I for meer suspicion will continue my path of anger till my cause hath been fulfilled".
Thats how I feel.

But things at flock are really great, they're a really fun crowd. A lot more fun than "peaches", at any rate.