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1.19.2007

I'm Calling A Doctor

I walked up to the courthouse before lunch and found the town square relatively peaceful. For whatever reason, there weren't a bunch of cars fighting for parking spaces, I didn't see anyone else on the sidewalks, and the sky was a nicely overcast with brisk weather but with no wind. And then I walked by Sweetie Pie's Ribeyes (still the most confusing restaurant name in Wise County history), and heard the gentle tones of "Neon Moon" by Brook and Dunn. And I thought . . . . This is a pretty nice scene. Something is wrong with me. Definitely wrong.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

If your gonna have to call a doctor, make sure it's not one in Decatur.

goober said...

Calm down, Son; all is well. You have just experienced the first step into a larger and greater world, a world where people appreciate the finer things a common life has to offer. A life not acknowledged by the multitudes but savored by those who recognize the beauty and joy of their surroundings and just being a part of those surroundings.

Anonymous said...

and all that from a "PERSON" named Goober. Who'd a thought...

chevy said...

Be the ball Barry! ...Be the Ball!

Anonymous said...

You might have some hope after all!

m&m said...

It's all a setup. Figment of your imagination. (According to a certain Anon)

Anonymous said...

Your Gay

Anonymous said...

10:35 PM--It is You're Gay, not Your Gay--as in You're Ignorant! Used to have an English teacher in high school who would "F" any paper you turned in that screwed up the use of a homonym. (Hmm, HOMOnym and Gay--coincidence?)