A confession/apology.

To the British tourist who I slapped; to the lady who I freaked the shit out of down on east burnside, to the poor bastard who's car i attempted to climb into, and most importantly, to the patrons of Belmont’s coolest bar (the Vern)... what can I say? I had some weird reaction involving an SSRI drug I recently started.

You are forgiven. For slapping the British tourist. In fact, no need to apologize for that one. HEY! Do you have a confession or rant you'd love to get off your chest? Drop it off here, and read so many more in the I, Anonymous Blog. It's like a laundromat for your soul! (Ooh, that sounds like a Train lyric.)