 Well, it's sunny in January because California migrates north to my doorstep. Where will we put these fucks? I guess they'll sleep on my couch. I'm sick of bands that stretch, but I'll fill your pockets if your story fits my theme today. Feels like the boat left without me. I finally expect the walls to fall away like cardboard. A television crew to hit the floodlights. Truman shit. No,