Archive for July, 2008

Leroy 6

Posted in Uncategorized on July 20, 2008 by stewartswain

Jason ran my motorcycle out of gas and left it in a parking lot. I’ll get even with him later. I talked to Stewart Swain, and he was just worried I drink too much. He’s a good guy. Last night we stayed late at the shop, working on one of his books. Jason showed up with a case of beer. I woke up this morning sleeping on a graphics table. When I looked in the mirror, I had ISBN barcodes printed all over my face. Jason ran when he saw me.

Leroy 5

Posted in Uncategorized on July 12, 2008 by stewartswain

I found my dog. He was running around on a golf course, digging holes in the greens. Jason has my motorcycle. I managed to avoid Stewart Swain. He left town on business. Fortunately, they leave us printers alone because they think we’re crazy anyhow. Breathing ink fumes all day, well, maybe it does burn up brain cells. I’m supposed to call him. Someone said he was concerned about my visit to the ER. I’m going to try to stay sober for awhile. I’ve got to get my motorcycle back from Jason. He just tries to see how fast it will go.

Leroy 4

Posted in Uncategorized on July 10, 2008 by stewartswain

Stewart Swain stopped by today. Someone said he was looking for me. I hid in the bathroom a few times, standing on one of the toilets, so he wouldn’t see my feet. I don’t really think he was looking for me. These guys I work with are crazier than me.

Leroy 3

Posted in Uncategorized on July 9, 2008 by stewartswain

I’m looking for my motorcycle and my dog. His name is OB, like out of bounds.

Leroy 2

Posted in Uncategorized on July 9, 2008 by stewartswain

Stewart Swain told our web designer he never looks at the website, so he’ll never find my blog. I paid him $50 and a case of Michelob to add my blog. I might get fired, but I doubt it.

Like I said, I’m Leroy, and I run one of the presses at Stewart Swain Productions. I’m a little hung over, so try to ignore the random stuff. That rehab was some real crap. My friends sent me there as a joke. All you gotta do in this county is go to the magistrate with a good story and suddenly the cops are at your house waving papers in your face. I was taken to the ER for an evaluation, and well, I guess I went a little postal or something. They sedated me with some good drugs and restrained me to a bed. That was fine, but then they sent me to a hospital for nuts about 75 miles away. I’m still looking for Jason. I think it was his idea.

Leroy 1

Posted in Uncategorized on July 7, 2008 by stewartswain

My name is Leroy. I work for Stewart Swain Productions. He writes books of some kind. I run one of the presses. I just got out of 2 weeks of rehab. I was admitted for a drug overdose. Someone said I was suicidal. It was just a party to me. I think they’re all wrong. I’m going to get a beer.