[at-l] dreams...and killin'...

[DTimm65344@aol.com (DTimm65344@aol.com)]

Felix -

When she's through with it, Miss GoVols will pass you your medication.  In 
grad school in NE PA, I used to have to listen to that Carvel Ice Cream guy 
with the gravelly voice talk about Lumpy of Pumpkin ice cream cakes out of 
Philly and the Crazy Eddie's ads out of New York in the wee hours of the 
morning while doing grad work.  I felt the same way about those guys.

Black&blue

In a message dated 02/27/02 6:32:05 PM Eastern Standard Time, 
AThiker@smithville.net writes:


> I've had lots of dreams...goals and the like. Stuff I want
> to accomplish (cleaning out my garage, getting a GED,
> fathering a child with my wife this time...stuff like that.)
> And, considering I'm a mild, if not miled, mannered, if not
> manored, guy, what I'm about to say may come as a shock.
> I've grown to be somewhat murderous. Now, that isn't to
> imply that I've killed (which isn't meant to imply that I
> haven't). It is meant to mean...that I want to...badly. I
> want few things more than to kill that guy on TV that wears
> that suit with all the question marks on it trying to get me
> to buy a book that tells me how to get money from the
> government. I almost think I'd get some medal, if not some
> metal, for doing it. But, I'm thinking about throwing away
> all of my dreams for the dark, dank quarters of another
> federal penitentiary. Hey, I'd be getting money from the
> government...right? That's all. (Oh, and you guys really
> have made me feel like family...)
> 



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