What a Day This has Been, What a Rare Mood I'm in..
Carny people are bad, bad, people. Earlier in the day Tim had complimented my Christmas decorations as I planted flowers and strung more lights. I told him the lights weren't the only thing lit up when that process was taking place. That gave him leave to bring me a mug of something quite delicious of his own invention. Tequila was mentioned once or twice in the ingredients. The hours between 4:00 and 7:30 p.m. are hazy. I know I started dinner and he didn't last until it was done cooking. I took a passable portrait of Tim and Milo. I took some pictures of the Goldcoaster's Santa giving gifts to the needy. I fed the dogs, I ate dinner. Tim is not very forthcoming- I deduced and asked him and he confirmed that he ran away from home at age 12 and joined the carnival and has been doing it ever since until age 52. I would not be surprised if he had spent some time in the slammer. There is just an an air about him I have seen before in my prison work. If he brings any more of that potion around here again...I am going to have to buy him a bottle of Tequila. Dinner at Flynn's tomorrow. The "season" has started.
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