"But ah'm not afraid of dyin'. Cause I know that when I get to heaven there are gonna be these wonderful trees, and ah'm gonna climb them. But you know what? Instead of leaves and flowers, those trees are gonna have fried eggs, and delicious Virginia ham, and big heaping bowls of biscuits and sausage gravy. And one day, Sammy, you're gonna meet me there, and we're gonna climb those breakfast trees together, and it's gonna be delicious and we're gonna be happy until the end of time."


Once more, with squealing

What do David Bowie and Dick Cheney have in common?

I'm collecting birthdays. When is yours?

Incessantly toasting beers at the Urban Bar with Adam and James last night, I witnessed a peculiar incident. A guy I'd seen earlier selling gerbera daisies out of a box, and some preppy-looking asshole, in a punching fight outstide the Pilot Light. The preppy guy (very purposefully) knocked the box out of the guy's hands, and they just went at it. I'm falling in love with the Old City all over again.

Listening To: The Stills - Killer Bees