Meeting, What Meeting? ca raised, organically processed, dolphin-safe, no furry critters were harmed, but a high on crank biker will kill your ass hot dogs? No?

Not shot in HH's movie studio. Are you nuts? I'm not.

"We" shall get to this craziness later. Aren't "they" going for Howard's response of, "Sorry, I don't have time." Oh sorry-assed pothead and/or well-compensated tweeker fool! I'll make time.

09.28.11

8:28 a.m.

…3 Paranormal events in a “cascade,” and we’re not talking about dishwashing detergent. 1) Cart stuck in a bad place with garment bag & work bag entwined + under wheels. Highly unlikely probabilities on that—much like SOYUZ 11 forgetting to shut the door. I got the evil joke. What did Apollo 11 do, Howard? 2). 25 cents fell from heaven. No, not mine—they are all covered in a “Since 1947” substance. 3). Hole in the coffee cup? I got the last few ounces. Ready, debunkers? NOT “COINCIDENCE”

8:42 a.m.

Let us add #4. 4). The vitamin pill hits the floor (when housed), or concrete (when homeless), no rolling around, and it’s just “gone”—like some of your big horse’s asses are going to prison. Enjoy your card games, dancing, or stupid meeting, because they’re not coming to take you away today—or maybe they are.

[More later, after “Computer Class.” I was taught all I could stomach in 1992. How about you?]