snap...

 went to a meeting of local busybodies today.

not my bag really but this guy walked in.

He used to be a noter next door and he and the "gardener" once called the cops on me.

when I told the cop that the judge would sought it out he jumped in his car and shot the gap.

anyway when this guy saw me he sang small and barely whispered his name.  he has gone from job to job around the place. these people seem to know where their bread is buttered. and how to keep the money rollin gin not really doing anything.

new zealand is full of these quasi jobs relhying on government funding that dont really do much

anyway he is now fat and greasy.

time wounds all heels.