Book Meme (stolen from Boone this time)
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 234.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next four to seven [okay, I cheated and did a few more] sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest [unless it's too troublesome to reach and is really heavy. Then go back to step 1].
It's one of those hash bumps.
The father guy reaches inside the chest pocket of his bib overalls and brings out a jackknife; he snaps the blade open and stabs it into the plaster.
And I tell him to just hold on. The damage deposit won't cover him carving up the walls.
With the knife still sunk into the plaster, he's wiggling the blade, saying, "But the money you stole should cover it..."
I didn't steal any money, I tell you. I told him, I did not steal anything from this apartment.
"Let's ask the coin dealer over on Grinson Street," the father guy says, and he draws the jackknife blade out of the wall. Where he stabbed and dug, he picks with two fingers. He slides out something and wipes the plaster dust from it. A gold coin. And he says, "This look familiar?"
2. Open the book to page 234.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next four to seven [okay, I cheated and did a few more] sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest [unless it's too troublesome to reach and is really heavy. Then go back to step 1].
It's one of those hash bumps.
The father guy reaches inside the chest pocket of his bib overalls and brings out a jackknife; he snaps the blade open and stabs it into the plaster.
And I tell him to just hold on. The damage deposit won't cover him carving up the walls.
With the knife still sunk into the plaster, he's wiggling the blade, saying, "But the money you stole should cover it..."
I didn't steal any money, I tell you. I told him, I did not steal anything from this apartment.
"Let's ask the coin dealer over on Grinson Street," the father guy says, and he draws the jackknife blade out of the wall. Where he stabbed and dug, he picks with two fingers. He slides out something and wipes the plaster dust from it. A gold coin. And he says, "This look familiar?"