while away on a fortunately placed holiday i received a letter in the mail outlining the coming delivery of boxes, receptacles and other weighted things of a similar nature. rather than deal with these things directly i sold the house and let the next schmuck deal with all of it. the decorations that once hung from the fireplace have been swept in to boxes that now serve as the foundation to Fort Canadian Brainstem. these days the open road seems everywhere and aside from the occasional roadside trap, life is nothing but a series of killer parties and limitless possibilities. no longer controlled by my television, i see smiles on the faces of strangers and open arms extending from periodically neglected friends. if tomorrow is anything like today there can be no wrong side of the bed on which to rise. i could never be this way if not for my first experience acting foolish in a convenience store.