A man and his dog, trying to make sense of it. A man trying to cook, while avoiding the dogs Cato like attempts to brain him. A man trying very hard not to complain about his working day. A man of no faith, who worships Birmingham City. A man who loves the sort of music that gets him labelled with bad words. .A dog with little brain but great appetite. Welcome to our world.. a world full of wife, children, cats and vegetables. A good world.
Saturday, July 20, 2002
Its my birthday tomorrow. Like a big kid I have been waiting for months just so I can post the Bukowski poem,"On Being 43".
But I can't find the bugger. This is much better anyway. Much, much better.