Leroy 5

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.