old buddy boy Baxter remembers back before he turned 90 he to was beset by some of the direst mad foam frothing lunatics and general scallywags know to parts of west Topeka. joblessness to the right of me, homelessness to the left of me, the man staring me in the eyeball, and an empty refrigerator at my back. they went so far as to throw the switch on our power. they had the nerve to throw the switch on my own back porch and then tie a wire around it explaining what hell there would be to pay if we were to so much as think about turning the power back on.
so we turned the power back on, got myself a horrible excuse for a job, got a charge card and bought some groceries and lived happily ever after, or at least to 90.
Weimerweiners? ( you guessed it, I can't spell)
