Free Range Taliban

Why is it some people who shall herein remain nameless feel that it is the right of the Taliban to be pampered & treated like guests? Why don't they understand the necessity of fences?

Anybe, I've never been more glad for it to be a Friday (except our wedding day). This week has been stifled by lethargic cotton ropes pulling at my back. I suppose they are an invisible limb of the bed. They wrap around my chest and give me a perpetually stronger bear hug - then I give in and fall asleep. Last night I was wide awake and then suddenly debilitatingly exhausted. I suppose it's the weather, this tepid winter we're having. It's like living in a constant state of late February. March is a fun month, but it's the crappiest month too. Brown rain & green snow. Black streets & yellow skies. It wouldn't be all that bad in spells, but it's an everso-sluggish month. Baseball wakes the nation from this slumber, but even that takes a lazy start. Opening Day is very exciting but somewhere in the middle inning it dawns on us that there are 6 months to go until the playoffs. Then MArch's tentacles have us again. This winter they've been flapping about our orbs of being with the persistence of insects, letting old man (but exciting) winter to grace us with his piercing blustery slaps in the face every month or so and then pulling him back and embracing us with the cloystrous monotone of winter's end. It went from fall to spring this year, back to fall again, winter for a week, and then an over-extended falling action into the resolute spring to be. There was no real climax, just a lot of foreplay.
Friday, February 8, 2002
12:22 p.m.
by: adam douglas payne