seems 'round about 9 months i been sashayin' around our nation's capital sans real job--one where you're called somethin' besides "paid employee". one where you get you some hill cred. one where, if somebody cuts you, they send you to the hospital rather than the gutter.
my. seems those days are over.
i'm in the big time now, lady and gentlemen. time to upgrade the cowboy's business cards, give 'em a little sass n' sparkle. throw a raised congressional seal on there. paint it in goldleaf.
only catch is this: it's all on indiana's dime.
but know this, slags: though my paycheck from indy comes, my heart shall always be of purest buckeye-fruit: hard, two-tone, and poison to the tongue.
one day, i shall return.
posted by the cold cowboy @ 7:09 PM
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