We came home from a little deep South road-trip yesterday afternoon to find our tax forms in the mailbox, sent from the accountant in Chicago. And as good tax forms will, they bummed me straight out.
But I sat right down at the 'puter and found this and this--courtesy a friend in Seattle. And the world--no, the state of Alabama--was suddenly a delightful place.
So yeah, today this mini mall and the crackhead and the amateur sketch and the special thousand-year-old flute/pipe are pretty much keeping me going.
Hey hey. You heard me. We got it. You need it. Oh yeah. Don't stop. Come on now. To the left. To the right.
Don't be afraid, man. I'm just trying to help out.
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