"Well, there’s fistfights in the kitchen
They’re enough to make me cry
The mailman comes in
Even he’s gotta take a side
Even the butler
He’s got something to prove
Then you ask why I don’t live here
Honey, how come you don’t move?"
- - - On The Road Again Bob Dylan
Advil PM, That's how I do it. Usually good till about four a.m. Then then the orchestra starts warming up again...
Posted by: Will at June 14, 2016 11:11 AM
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