Monday, September 22, 2014
Sunday, September 21, 2014
"Get out your washboard and stand back. I'm finally going to take off this turtleneck, which I have worn for months as the armor of my grief. Also, I'm going to need you to, you know, take care of that orphaned deer that is around here somewhere. And can you just like, get with Carol so that she doesn't spend another two weeks telling someone about how you're the love of her life? Then I'll just load up the Packard and be on my way."
Friday, September 19, 2014
spinning babies out of Nina What's-her-face. Maybe it was the hard knocks of the music industry that drained her compassion. Working with "Stone Cold" Dan Diller and Rick-E from Boys on the Block (obviously a street thug)... the nonstop Ruben sandwiches... sure, that could hollow the soul out of anyone.
Thursday, September 18, 2014
And the work of like, running my supposed vet clinic while I was mysteriously gone for some unspecified amount of time. But mostly, the work of the heart. (Is that like, cardio?)
Ugh, excuse me while I go vomit.
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Wait, isn't Jack some sort of veterinarian? Presumably one who could treat a horse with an injured foot and not force that horse to hobble home for forty miles.
Maybe the long journey is where he first encountered the shadow creature that he has now lured here to feed on Carol's soul.