Friday, February 06, 2004


Throughout my life, during good times and bad, I’ve had bouts of irrational sudden fear.

The phobia was always the same. No one but myself understood it.

It was the dread that there was an insufficient supply of random blatant crap in the world.

The only thing that could ever make me feel better during one of these attacks was a jar of wheat germ and a tall glass of ovaltine.

UNTIL NOW.