Wishing I knew. Wishing Scott was around more to talk to.
There was a little boy lost today. He was crying for his dad. He stood there all alone. I went up and asked him his name and where he last saw his dad. He was only 3. I stayed and carried him to help him search. Through the crowds I saw his father come rushing. Hugging his son tightly, he thanked me. I turned and walked away. Tears streamed down my face.
i would love to see that scene you just described played out in fast forward in very direct movements. then a slow motion mug shot with the tears.
of course, we might have to add eye shadow to keep up with the times.
who knows.
because that would suck monster balls.
one time while i was at work, this girl about 5 or 6 came up to me and asked where her 'mommys boyfriend' was. we looked round and about 3 minutes later, this guy came running into the store. apparently he 'forgot he brought her along.'
i like your outcome better.
and about the junkmail, i like your idea. (now to perfect my plan of attack...)
take care.
also. we have some note love we need to deal with.
IM me when youre on.