I went out last night. What was I thinking?

Perhaps it was because I was cut from work at eight pm and made a total of ten dollars.

I need to quit.

I met a Sicilian, Catholic, one day doctor.

Just thought that needed to be in words.

Did I mention he reads books for fun and notices my perfect grammar even when he is drunk?

And he doesn't rock climb.

We shall see, we shall see.

The end.