“Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.”
Archive for April 2008
“I pulled into Nazareth, I was feelin’ about half past dead;
I just need some place where I can lay my head.
’Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?’
He just grinned and shook my hand, and ‘No!’, was all he said.”
— The Weight
