My dog Yoshi loves to go check the mail. So much so that we take him out even on Sunday, when no post is delivered. He doesn’t seem to notice the detail
Me, not so good at checking the mail box. But as I was sorting out my inbox I found a couple of reader questions:
Why don’t you talk about something (I mean one thing)?
I do, almost always. Look again and you’ll see that MOST of my posts are about one thing.
Do you think you are funny or something?
I think I can be funny. I think I am more often "or something". Your mileage may vary. Not responsible for lost or stolen comments. All reserves righted.
Knarly (really – that’s the way it was spelled) realizes:
Man, you are whacked. Your kids are reading this shit! Did you know that? Did you know they can find your blog!?!?!?
Yes. I knew that. My son has read it in school, with his class, in front of his teacher. Nothing here I am ashamed of. Some things I would certainly do differently if I had a "do over". I don’t. Deal with it. I have.
I’m trying to get custody of my kids too. My lawyer thinks I have a pretty good chance but my parole officer says it’s a long shot and that I am wasting my time (and money – and I owe the state money). What do you think?
Fire the lawyer. And if you have more convictions than your wife does, don’t hire another.
Have you always been fucked up, or did that happen after you joined the Militarty [sic]? My brother was fine until he joined the Coast Gard [sic] and he’s been messed up ever sence [sic]
Ruth: Dictionary.com. The Coast Guard didn’t fuck your brother up. He probably went crazy trying to read your letters.
That’s today’s mailbag. Send any questions to rob [at] lagesse [dot] org. If you can’t decipher that, good.
PS: These aren’t all real – maybe. Some are. Maybe. Can you guess which one’s might be real and which might be fakes? Oh – and at least one of them is real, and at least one is fake. So build an algorithm and give me your best guesses.