Proof that it’s not all guilt, hate, existential horror, and weeping around here.
Sometimes, there are miracles.
Lefty gave me a strawberry plant for my birthday last year, and now, lo and behold, it has fructified once more.
Are strawberry plants supposed to survive the winter? And especially, strawberry plants in 4-inch plastic pots?
That sucker was sweet, too.
5 Responses to “Proof that it’s not all guilt, hate, existential horror, and weeping around here.”
1 Left Hook 13 June 2007 @ 3:35 pm
You left out narcissism.
What is this place, anyway?
2 Pistol Whip 14 June 2007 @ 2:29 pm
I considered adding it, actually, but then decided that one could argue that this too is narcissistic… expecting the world/the 2 people who read this to care about my fucking strawberry plant. Ya know?
My fingernails are a fright. GAW!
3 Left Hook 14 June 2007 @ 6:23 pm
Sarkazm, U.S.A.
!!!
4 Pistol Whip 14 June 2007 @ 6:29 pm
Chasms of every variety.
That’s what this place is.
5 Pistol Whip 14 June 2007 @ 6:35 pm
And speaking of strawberries, today at the intersection of Bedford and Manhattan, I saw a member of Polish Drunksquad making the most insane mess of a strawberry. With his mouth. Maybe he didn’t have teeth? That might actually account for it. It was like something out of a horror movie.
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