April 30, 2004
I'd just like to say, "I plead innocent of all charges." So long month of April. You forgot the showers but remembered drunken hours. Personally, I am glad you are gone. I don't really enjoy you anyway. You bring the bugs and you eat the snow. You are the mud of early spring. Now it's May and we all have to watch out for bulls running through town. I'll stay in bed until noon and all night I will croon my desperate swoon - Desire for June. I am leaving this holding cell and going straight to the golf course.