Jun 202007
Right now, I’m really wishing that medical marijuana was legal. The minor discomfort that brought me to the ER last weekend hasn’t completely resolved itself. I expect things will be sorted out soon, even if I have to get Michael Moore to march back into the ER with me holding a videocamera, demanding to know why this poor, brave gimp hasn’t received appropriate treatment. While I work to get Moore’s publicist on the phone, gifts of alcohol, quality narcotics, and sensual massages will be graciously accepted.
