Posts Tagged ‘crack house’

Speak, Memory


June 8th, 2009 Posted 7:40 am

Guess what – I slept right through Elvis gospel yesterday. How did that happen? 

Okay, where were we? Was Lt. Stine asking about those petroglyph thieves? Bernie didn’t like those petroglyph thieves, not one little bit, so neither did I, even though petroglyphs turn out to be nothing but rocks with scratches on them. Have I mentioned about how Lt. Stine was the guy who got me and Bernie together in the first place? The crack house where I was a puppy, the drunks, K-9 school, all that? Is anyone interested in any of this? The other day I remembered the whole thing, exactly! Every detail. Not now, for some reason.

Okay, where were we?


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