The Dangerous Twist

Shit I suppose I should doll this up.

uh.

Fuck. It's like I made a kid and then abandoned him, only to return years later with a box of Cracker Jacks and a cheap nerf gun, hoping to make amends.

And I am greeted with silence.

Have been excited about Gogol Bordello again, and danced around the room in crazy sweaty Asian fashion while my cat looked on with all the sleepy acceptance of the Virgin Mary. I love you, Shelbycat, for loving me like you does.