When I visited Ottawa in February, none of my relatives especially wanted to see me. I'm always broke when I go home to visit. So I ended up staying at the Sally Ann. At this hostel we had to report in every day at 4:00 to reserve our beds for the night. I hadn't stayed there for for a week when I tried to reserve my bed and they told me to wait. I asked why and they wouldn't tell me. They told me to sit in the chair and wait until 7:00. And they weren't smiling. After sitting in my chair for three hours and reading my book, I approached the desk and they said I could have my bed. Then I went outside to have a smoke and there were some girls there. They were smiling and one of them said 'Roger's dead!' My 'ESP' told me that Roger had just tried and failed to get me thrown in jail on a false charge. How did Roger know I was popular? He either has a special access computer or he could be in contact with my American brother. Thanks for sandwiching me between Roger and Bernard, mom. I'm surprised I'm still here. |
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Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Roger's Dead
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