TILL HE CAME TO A PLACE CALLED THE BUCKET OF BLOOD

The pressure of finishing the interior finally got to me. Goodbye cruel world.

<cue suicide music on my iPod – just hit play – they’re all suicide songs>

It’s getting cold…so cold…and dark. Stagger Lee.

I’ve been collecting bodily damage this week.

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5 Responses to TILL HE CAME TO A PLACE CALLED THE BUCKET OF BLOOD

  1. Paul Ciancimino says:

    Bob-
    Its time. Put down the tools and step back slowly. Your friends are now on high alert. Take your belt off and leave it on the table. When you said you were redoing your interior we never thought that you meant the interior of your body.
    Paul

  2. 356sal says:

    Nothing in life is worth it unless it hurts a little.

  3. If this is what interior pieces do to you, its a good thing you dont work on mechanical bits!

  4. johnt says:

    On the other hand….. Chicks dig scars!

    Go for it Bob!

  5. Bob Tilton says:

    I think I’m done hurting myself…physically.

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