Attempted Murder

So... That fire last week? Turns out that was attempted murder. Don't want to say too much (not like anyone reads this anyway), but... There goes the nice quiet Oswego I used to know. Drug and gangs, and now all this is attempted murder. Huh. If you want to hang out and have a little smoke, go for it, but there is no reason to kill anyone over it, or to do stupid harder shit. Give me my natural items and fer gods sake, watch what you do to yourself. That's not a buzz or a high, that's a brain fry. Don't know why anyone would want to cook some drug that's bad enough by itself, mix it with bleach, rat poision, and who knows what else, then smoke that. It's just stupid. I'll stick to a little pot and a mushroom or two. There is no reason to try and kill someone's mother over meth or crack. Period.

Skunk!

My dog, Bob, got sprayed in the face by a skunk! It's all over him and the side of the house! Ewww.... Of course, the wind blew it all in the open windows, so now the whole house smells of it. Yuck, it's all over me hands! Poor puppy! His poor little nose. Ewww... Guess I'm not rolling those cookies out by hand tonight.

Gotta get some gasoline. That cuts the skunk smell nicely. Too bad I won't use it on Bob's head. He's just going to have to wait for it to wear off.