Monday, May 4, 2009
bite club
i want to expand.
fill the room, and then some.
hit the land like ketchup from one of those new ketchup bottles that go from zero to waterfall-of-death in a split second spray of sorrow soaking my sunny, sausage, brown.
steve just laughs, and shakes his head and his eyes speak: "Oh me, oh my."
breakfast is the most important meeting of the weekend.
achievements are discussed, failures are dissected, goals are made, bets are placed.
theory covers the table, rhetoric is questioned, coffee fuels the beast.
wouldn't trade it in for anything, even dinner.
i will love weekend breakfast forever and ever.
on weekdays i eat a bowl of cereal, at my desk, while selling pick-up trucks and hamburger delivery places.
but i cant complain, i work with erickson.
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