There seems to be
an amazing amount of interest in the
"office" (for lack of a better term) of
Village Idiot. I can't begin to imagine
that the entire "Village
Idiot" phenomenon was, in part, my fault. I
drank so much that over the course of a
weekend I (among other things):
Broke my watch
Broke my glasses (which I still haven't
Got a cask of wine so tangled in my hair
that I was begging folks to shear me...
Busted a chunk of knucklebone loose while
playing drums in some other camp
Fell into a fire
And, of course, puked all over my
boots... in my sleep... while I was still
I had a
burned-in bruise on my arm for about a month
and a half after the event...
I just don't want anyone to be seriously
injured because they were trying to be an
Let's be safe, and rest soundly
in the knowledge that somebody will
definitely become the next Idiot... probably
without realizing that they are.
It might well be me...
Red Raven Bootchucker,