Isn't it amazing what kinds of weird things you run across when you aren't trying? I was just looking for a clean sheet of paper to keep up with my radical feminist critique of the latest James Bond movie (which, for those interested, took over 15 minutes into the movie before ANY woman gets to even SPEAK! - I know, I know, you say, it's James Bond, Prince of misogyny...still, I had HOPED. I mean, Dame Judy Dench is in it!!!!), when I opened an old notebook to this page. I had to laugh. The game was Scrabble. And Buddy's pathetic excuse for the slaughter is a hang-over. Ha! I'm just surprised I didn't get him to sign it for further verification!
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