The Day I Lost My Smile

Juicelog Sun 280107: If I ever go to bed early on a Saturday night, it can only mean two things. Either I’m awfully sick or I’m planning to burn down yet another church on Sunday morning. Waking up at an ungodly hour this morning I rode into town to rise up with my boys.

After breakfast I had to prove to the gang that I possessed a range of emotions. A lot of my friends are too good natured and polite to tell me how I smile too much. This afternoon I slipped and accidentally fell into a deep hole of telepathy and twisted my ankle of sobriety.