In time you learn it is all futile and find yourself leaning on a decrepit fence over looking a creek staring up into the canopy of trees trying to make out a constellation between leaves, drinking whatever you can get your hands on, in a desperate attempt to ease your bad addled brain.
That stuff looks like it would do well as a cutting oil on my drill press !
Sorry I missed you last week, I ran aground at the Isle of Man.
I'll make up for my tardiness with 3 gallons of Night Train.
I'm catching the magic bus to Leeds.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p3Y64dpZGnE

