popetom

There was a discarded book bag laying on my front porch this morning. Contents spilling down the stairs onto the sidewalk. I wasn't in a rush to get to work for a change so I gathered up some pens and a couple of books, put them back into the bag and threw the whole lot into my house. Upon getting home from work I check with my neighbor to see if it may be her's or her daughters, no it is not. So I look through the notebook and find a name and number. Giving it a call I find out the woman who lost it had her car broken into last night. Also she lives around the block, on Green St., from me. So, good news, this woman didn't lose a semesters worth of school work, bad news there's some fuck tard breaking into cars in my neighborhood.

Ok, off to see Tsunami Bomb at axis, thin most likely over to Ceremony after. I hope some of you are out.

-PT