Thursday, August 23, 2007

Brad Spieser Tells the Truth

Wanna know what I hate? I hate witnessing a moment of greatness when I'm all by my lonesome. I mean, what good is it to see the Aurora Borealis if I don't have anyone to share it with? Which is why I'm profoundly sad at the moment. You see, I just threw a bottle of pills across the room, and--after bouncing on the floor and completing two full revolutions--that bastard landed upright. But you'll never believe me, because you weren't there to see it.

Translation: Stop telling me ghost stories, dammit.