I got in a fight with an obese woman in the middle of the road outside my Condo this evening. She accused me of leaving my house looking less handsome then I do on television. I asked her if she eaten in the last ten minutes and if not would she like a muffin. I didn't have a muffin had she called my bluff, but she certainly understood my sarcasm. We continued on back and forth until I lost it and hit her in the face with a shovel. "Trevor may not be as handsome as you exspected" I told her, "but Trevor won". She's still there. Do you ever notice how whenever you need a battery you cant find one. Trevor saw a movie last night as well but as to which one, Trevor will keep that to myself as I paid for the viewing and the secret is mine to keep, dont be a dick. My foot is asleep. I ask myself what the hell my foot has accomplished today that it feels the need to abandon the rest of me and pass out like some quitter deserter. I have since woke it up and we have reconciled, though its attitude was a bit snobbish. I am watching it more closely now.

Trevor Powers