luglio 22, 2003

today i was visiting a nursing home for work. i was sitting in the lobby when i heard old ladies passing through, pushing their walkers and talking to the receptionist.

receptionist: Do you need something?
old lady1: No. I'd like to have something, but I don't.

receptionist: How are you?
old lady2: Struggling for breath.

receptionist: What's wrong?
old lady3: Somebody cancelled my appointment. Damned assholes.

here is a portrait of me that Lucas made: