febo

i left jab this note, on a torn paper towel:

something about taking up the responsiblility of walking to work. doing it.

and then calling me to go eat lunch and then pick up his pick up. hey man, he said it in berlin....

i predict a lunchtime waiter/waitress getting drunk on our dime, potentially getting fired, and then joining a band that we will start and end tomorrow.

after we decide that that dude/lady really isn't so hot on the ol' hammond..
.....

if interested, zomboid ripped the lanes tonite. me? not so good.

later nite edit:

'with the breakdown of the medieval system, the gods of chaos, lunacy, and bad taste gained ascendancy'

this is my thinly veiled big chief tablet.....