Friday, April 25, 2008
No Food Porn today.
I’ve been stuck here on goat watch and trying to catch up on some of my writer business stuff.
There’s a knock on the door. It’s Friend Scott.
They burnt his house to the ground last night. He lost everything except the clothes on his back, his vehicles and a change of clothes. His cat got out with singed paws.
Scott is okay. He was at work. He’s in shock.
The cops have a fair idea who did it.
Anyway, I’m very upset for him. He didn’t have much to start with and now he has nothing.
If this sort of intolerance doesn’t lead to damnation, then I don’t know what does.
People are evil. My faith is shaken.
Labels: Friend Scott