Don Mann: Focusing on my Craft

Saturday, Jul. 31, 2004 - 11:47 a.m.

The future was a thousand times more bleak than I had originally suspected...(cont. from previous)

So, like any man staring into the certain death of his heart, I fled into the night, fearing the condemnation of my spirit more than the chance of bodily harm which comes from inebriated driving. Somehow I made it home last night. I'm still stunned at my luck, considering the fact that I could hardly walk or see straight. The 40 minute drive seemed to pass by in 10, and before I knew it I was pulling in just a bit too tight behind my mother's truck, slamming my brakes on and putting mine into park. I opened my door and fell out, like a bad teen anti-drug advertisement. I then stumbled my useless self into the house, climbed the stairs and flopped noisily onto my bed...8 hours later, here I am.

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