Okay. I've lost a few days. Or 13. I don't remember much from my vacation so far, but it's coming back to me. First of all, since I've been unemployed, I don't check things like flight times anymore. I mean, I'm unemployed, time means nothing to me. Lets just say my mom missed her flight to Las Vegas and it could possibly be in a minute sort of obscure way, that it was my fault. Anyways, I lied to her and she took it out on the shuttle bus driver. I'm sure he deserved it, anyway.
While in Vegas, I taught my mom how to get drunk (she's trying out new things) and I explored some new "job" opportunities. Not sure if that will all work out as there is a possibility I won't be allowed back into to the USA. Or out of Canada. It's not clear to me at this point. The customs documents are really quite confusing, I mean, there is no question on there asking me if a donkey was lowered onto my lap or if I had fell into a pile of horse shit. Or was it donkey shit? I'm sure there's a difference, and I'm sensitive to that difference, so excuse me for my ignorance.
Anyways, good luck mom, I know you missed your flight home, too, and your still in Los Angeles, and I swear it wasn't my fault this time, but you might want to flush the medicinal marijuana from Venice Beach and LIE on the customs form. And please don't yell at me.
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