Slowing Down the Pace

For reasons purely my own I'm going to do this reflection-shmection stuff.


My parole officer has nothing to do with it. Very little to do with it. Ok, so she brought me the materials and checks it like I was a third grader writing out lines. Fine.

But if I want to waste my time in my own head, it's no one's fault but my own. You got a problem with that?

Good things can come from an appreciation of the finer things in life. Like what? Like meeting chicks in yoga class. Rich chicks go for that sort of stuff.


Who knows, this may be the dawn of a kinder, gentler Monk.

Ha. Pray for me, children.

The 4th Monkey

I got an envelope slid under my door. No return address. Inside, some old buddies of mine. A lifetime ago the gag was picked up by the local paper. Who would know that?


The style could be either Rat, or the not so subtle nudge from ex #12 to do no evil.

What does she know? Has she learned something new?

Oops, failure to care.

Happy Valentines Day

I can't feel my feet anymore.

Do I have feet?

Is there a floor?

Morning? Already?

First, let me say -- I don't know whose eyeglasses those are in the toilet but they aren't mine.

Second, you are so lucky not to have to smell that.


Third, I don't know if we ever made it as far as the bed.

And can someone turn down the sun just a titch?


God, so tired.

What a way to start a Valentine's Day.

The Date

The waiter was gracious enough to take a picture of us together. Here I am pulling the turban over her eyes.


Yeah, I know. She don't look like much, and is about as wide as she is tall and about as much personality as she looks to have.
But brother, is she ever stinking rich.

And she packs a Polaroid camera in that carpetbag of hers. Who does that? Like I want evidence.

It's not like she'll ever find this blog. Or anyone else for that matter.

Jessica was more fun. Remember Jess?


Came across a photo she took, back in the good old days, playing peekaboo in the store before the staff got all brassy and gave us da boot.

Ah well, need more cowbell next week.

Your e-cad,
Monk

I am Gemini

What shall my Free Will future options be?

Tobagganing

Ready,


Set...


Go...



Ow...

Ready...

Morning where is thy sting?

I deny you this.

I deny you.