Sunday, January 14, 2007

my epitaph...?

...from the "Sunbeams" section of this month's The Sun. Hits a little too close to home...

Being alone in the house on a weekday still made him feel like he was back in high school and had just put one over on his parents. All sorts of exciting and illicit behaviors offered themselves for consideration. He could smoke a joint, phone an escort service, fry up a whole box of breakfast sausages. In the end, though, all he ever did was sit down in front of the muted TV and strum his guitar. - Tom Perrotta



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