He Never Said I Couldn’t Drink. Or Smoke (Heimdal, California)
he’s big and tall and dark and a former hockey player, and tells me I shouldn’t sit for a while. he’s Canadian and my chiropractor, and I’m more or less unable to move. I trust him, and praise the old Gods that I wasn’t born in the Middle Ages. or the Wild West. he allows me to stand and walk – as long as it doesn’t hurt – and lie on the couch.
luckily the big national book sale is on this week.
I trust him and praise the old Gods.
he never said I couldn’t drink. or smoke.