John, Ed, and I played Hindman Park Golf Course this morning and early afternoon. Ed scored 86. I scored 98 and John 105. I had nines of 47 and 51, with 1 birdie, 2 pars, 8 bogies, 5 doubles, 1 triple, and 1 whatever the fuck a 10 on the Par 4 9th hole is. I used 35 putts.
PARAGRAPH OF THE DAY
A lot of times when I’m on his lap, Rock Allen says he loves me. He’ll just flat out say, “I love you, Jo.” I don’t know what he means, but whenever he says it, he’s usually rubbing my head or chin or petting my back from collar to tail, and I can’t help but purr. I guess it’s a good thing for him to love me, but I know for a fact that even he’s unsure of what all that business means.
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