Stoned

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I knew who the boot belonged to as soon as I saw it. It was Jeff’s and he was once again off his medicine. If he was still taking his antibiotics, he wouldn’t have the fever I knew he had to have. If he was still on his other medications, he couldn’t get along without his walking boot. There was only one thing that could get him up, around and moving, but I felt it was strange I hadn’t heard anything about it. The only reason Jeff would leave his house now was if the Rolling Stones were in town. 

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5 responses to “Stoned”

  1. neilmacdon Avatar
    neilmacdon

    A chain of inference worthy of the great Sherlock Holmes himself

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  2. James McEwan Avatar
    James McEwan

    Seems to me that Jeff is enjoying leading people on, there is nothing wrong with him, just my opinion.

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  3. Bill Avatar
    Bill

    Not sure Jeff made the antibiotic and boot connection. 🙂

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  4. rochellewisoff Avatar
    rochellewisoff

    Dear DIY,

    I guess the Rolling Stones are in town? Or perhaps Jeff is delirious.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  5. msjadeli Avatar
    msjadeli

    But of course! Hope Jeff is found before further injuries are incurred, like while he’s trying to climb up on stage to hug Mick or Keith.

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