I'm a guy living in Kansas, into music, literature, progressive political activism, and trying to put them all together, somehow.
When I figure it out, I'll let you know.
No, we borrowed it. It did work out pretty well, though. I just imagined it as a pedal steel.
We're good here. It turned a bit cold today. Of course, since my sister told me it was 19 degrees the other day in KS, you've obviously got us beat on cold.
Strangely, we have renamed the basement "hope, " but it doesn't change the cats or melissa's mind much about the fact that we're living in a basement. Oh well, it happens. I think there's a good chance we're seeing a really shitty band tonight because the assmaster is friends with someone's dad or something. HOORAY. Mush and D say howdy. Take care.
Your comment sounded like the end of The Shawshank Redemption. We're in St. Helens, not the slammer, though the two have occasionally been mistaken for one another.
We hope all's well with you too and that you come see us soon. We miss you, tallness.
