What magic is contained in gasoline that lies above the grasp of the regular folk? I’ll probably never know. I’ll be honest with you folks, I’ve been traveling around too much lately. I’m the type of person to whom travel can be unkind, I like to sleep in my own bed. It turns my brain to jelly. This past weekend’s travels had me back to my state of birth where, in one weekend, I attended a funeral and passed Clint Howard in a hallway on my way to the bathroom. Life is strange folks, cherish the time you’ve got here in this weird place, and be good to one another.
I’m gonna drop a video right about…here!
