Well--shit. All I'm going to say on that...eventful week.

Alright, I guess I ought to break the ice some. Get my mind out of this funk and all that shit. Do any of you have kids? Before you ask, I do. Greatest little punk anyone ever could ask for. Not even six yet, Mister Daniel Torrance. I love the little guy to pieces--christ, I'm rambling.

What a terrible thing a temper is to have. You never know when it will flare. Who will it hurt. A temper is a nasty thing. It could turn a loving father into a monster.

Who breaks a child's arm when they're three? Really. It's all that temper. If I had my way, everyone would know how to keep that terrible emotion of anger under control ( Read more... )

Look, I know some of you seem pretty nice and all but I doubt that America's going to "marry" one of the damn countries controlled by Moscow. I'm not a die hard patriot or anything but I sort of doubt that we're going to let a small-time communist nation become a state.

Just so you know.

Oh, hell. Wonders of technology never cease, do they? I don't know why they installed this shit up at Stovington but what the hell. Testing, testing.

[A low throaty chuckle, self-mocking.] What do I say? Call me Jack. Why the fuck not. Nice to meetcha, I suppose. Whatever, christ I could go for a beer.