this is my journal ... i write it as i go ... it has typos ... it's not perfect ... but then ... neither am i Fangs for the Memory November 2, 2000 7:07 a.m.          "Where are your teeth?" Lisa said.      I shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe somewhere in the kitchen?"      "Did you put them in your pants pocket?"      "Could be."      "Were you wearing them the whole night?"      "No. I took them out some of the time."      Lisa walked around. I heard the sound of a closet door opening. "Ah ha!" She came around the corner. The plastic vampire fangs I had been wearing last night were in her hand.      "Were they in my jacket pocket?"      "Yep," she said. "I just had to think like you."      Well, I thought. Someone had to.               Back into "Ghandi." I'm at a tricky little part. There's a new character that I need to get into a little more to do them justice. I'll get there.               Have a great day. Mailbox has been really quiet this month Daily Persistence is © Ron Collins

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