I’ll wake up to a homeless guy peeing on me in a ditch somewhere. I’ll end up dating someone who plays with his nipples in a restaurant while talking about how soup isn’t a meal, it’s a snack. I’ll have another sexy dream about David Suzuki. I’ll strive for greatness, and end up with a […]
Archive | August, 2008
Mr. Kong in Accounting
The end of the fiscal year loomed like high cliffs, and Ernie Kong’s desk in accounting was swamped with red flags and double flags and blood-colored urgencies stamped two or three times on each page and sometimes a whole separate cover sheet had been added to contain all the stickers and stamps. But there was […]