Well, anyways, after I fired that guy another guy quit, I've been unable to replace him and THEN Tuesday night MORE S**T -- my newest guy, Paul, is 22 and apparently indestructible, or so he thinks. So much so that when he got a whopping infection on his knee--(and he still doesn't know how)--he decided to IGNORE IT for several days and wait for it to go away. So by Tuesday it had grown into a purple ball and spread thru his blood and he is now one big festering septic mess. I marched him personally across the street to the URGENT CARE Revolvo-Doctor and he got some antibiotics. He was supposed to go home and sleep it off and come in late Wednesday, but of course he was still a complete mess and couldn't even get out of bed. So, in mid-December, I was alone in the store from 9AM till 9PM. No break, no lunch, and MILLIONS OF A**HOLES WHICH DO VEX ME SORELY. Today, same thing except I got to go home at 6:30. I can feel each and every nerve-ending in my spinal column twitching separately. I have given them all names and I am addressing them individually in an effort to get them to listen to reason and take the rest of the night off.

Tomorrow (as I write this) but more likely tonight (as you read it), namely FRIDAY (got that?) which would be the night we would normally go to the Crap Fair, we are going to a little party at the home of Wendy's sister, for her little son Ryan's birthday. (Points off for that name too, but that's not his fault. Nor is the fact, and it is a fact, that both of his ears are actually larger than the rest of his head. Well, maybe not. But he could fly before he could walk.)

[Update, summer 1999: just so there should be no mistake....he has grown into a fine-looking little fella with perfectly normal ears. All true.]

Then, Saturday night, assuming I survive the day (it'll be just me and Septic Paul if he lived) we have a gig in that place in West Jersey, practically Ohio. Then we'll get home at about 3AM, wake up early Sunday Morning and zip off to the Crap Fair. You'll see us! We'll look like hell! If you speak to us before we recognize you, we may kill you by mistake!

Then we have to leave there and go to my sister's house in Middletown NJ for the December Family Party, leaving only Chad and "Bag-O'-Pus" Paul at the store to get eaten alive by throngs of miscreants. We'll probably get home real late.....