guess who has two broken floater ribs and is and is very pissed off and it hurts to breathe and now i can 't even feel the medication they gave me and it hurts so bad *huff, puff*...and two thumbs.

this guy.

anyhoo....
i noticed something.
when i'm sober and not high i'm very witty and charming. like a Jack Lemon/Walter Mathau team up. timing, charm, i got it all. its when i'm high that i really make an ass out of myself. for instance...
this Cambodian kid that brings me chinese food is pretty cool. smetimes he'll come in and smoke some pot if he has the time, but we always chat for a sec, at least. so yesterday he comes over and were getting high, (general tzos chicken and crab rangoons) and were talking about Cambodia. i bring up the Khmer Rouge.
he tells me that he had like six family members interred, tourtured, and sumerily murdered by the Khmer Rouge faction.
now, were i sober i promise you, dear reader, that i would have said something comforting and insightful. but i was high.
so all i came up with was "yeah, man. that sucks."
*awkward pause*
i lose at life.

also check out the 10 commandments od Simon at
http://lowbright.com/Comics/10Commandments/10Commandments.htm.

i have 9 down cold.

thanks to postmoderntool for turning me on to them.

keep the faith.