Hawt
Fresno has been hotter than a fat man’s ass
in rubber underpants at a summer bar-b-que.
Twenty two people have died in three days.
I’d asked Andre what I was doing in Fresno during
the summer, like this:
“What the Hell am I doing in Fresno in Summer?”
Andre was cool. He went like this:
“What are you doing in Fresno during the summer?”
Waiting to go to trucking school is the obvious dumb
answer. Santa Cruz doesn’t have any Truck Driving Schools.
Which brings me to my point…
It has come to my attention that certain people are waging
a letter writing campaign (hand written and e-mails), on my
behalf to Governor Schwarzenegger.
(koff)
People, puhlease.
Can you imagine my embarrassment when Governor Schwarzenegger
finds me at the shelter one day, during lunch, maybe discussing the
world at my leisure with Andre.
“Fazzah Look? My name is Govahnah Schwarzenegger.
I need to tawk wiss you. NOW.”
Gulp.
It would upset my whole day, not to mention the Governor
would have to chase flies off his suit.
“Do you promise to go to school, become a truck driver
and make something of your miserable life, finally, and stop
harassing my over-worked staff during an election year?”
Really.
While I do appreciate the love, concern and intent,
I will be fine. Most fine, without the letter writing campaign.
I will admit, however, it would be fun to shake hands with
Governor Schwarzenegger.
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Okay,
Father Luke
