Dovina3 Sep 2005

I'm sitting at a bar where there's an internet computer sunk into the bar, with a wireless keyboard and mouse. The black russian is sweet under a hot Texasn sun. Subjected to such adversity, do you really expect me to see some cajun hurricane or the end of mankind. No, of course you don't. Mankind sit all around, all girlfriended or wived. And all you can complain about is a few thousand miserble flooded, crushed lives.