Working like mad on a couple things. Firstly T'challa died up on me, and by virtue of... well SOMETHING, I actually happened to find a car without selling any of my favorite organs. Next: Looking for a new jorb. They're just not paying me enough to run the gun these days, if anything really unexpected happened, I'd be sunked. That's right. I said it. SUNKED. And Drawlin' writin', drawlin' writin', as always. It may also concern some of you that my heart may or may not have been stolen... that's alright though. If it was I probably wanted her to do it.

We saw Harry Potter pt 5: Harry Potter goes to college, a couple nights ago. I'd like to tell you all about it, but I'm still convinced you people are bad luck. All except Jim. He's just so... Jimpy.

Man, the Wonder years is great. It is an issuer of feelings and a diabolical wizard, casting into you feelings that never ever happened.
It is bizzare, in that I've never been a suburban white child, growing up in the seventies, but yet and still, there it is, and every goddamned word is true. I don't think I can accurately draw for you a picture of how awkward it is to realize that I'm pining for the days when I was traveling trough adolescence in some non-disclosed place in the midwest.


It never happened

That's how fucking good it is.

I'll leave you with that. Now go watch it!

Peas out!

-Kid

P.S.-The thing in the title says(supposedly): Nothing is heavy to those with wings