Safe and Sound
I'm here in Utah. I have had a headache all day, and I feel like I might have to drill a hole in my temple a-la-Scanners to ease the pressure. Fuck!
I have the contents of six or seven CDs ripped and loaded into my MP3 player, but I only got to listen to about five songs on the flight over. All I hear now is the repeated voice coming from the computer: "Place your bets, ladies and gentlemen, place your bets." I hear this every 20 seconds or so, as my father plays his online casino game.
My dad has two refrigerators and deep freeze, and two full living rooms with big screen TVs. But we spend all of our time in the garage, watching a 19" television that sits on top of a cabinet with a cooler full of beer at our feet. The sound of the TV is often drowned under the racket of the garage door opening to let the cigarette smoke out.
This is only day 1.
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