hansel

After finishing my Spring Mix, I take a ride up to Mount Tabor in my space ship. It's a really sweet space ship that I purchased from a Polynesian architect. We once drank sangria on the deck of the ship, singing off-key to the african american spirituals of my youth. Ah, those memories. I cherish them so, like an oil change off 82nd street in the mid to late 80's. Full Service, indeed.

So, in the interest of keeping the space/time continuum intact, I'll tell this story in reverse. Or, maybe not. Maybe this story belongs in layers. Many layers. Jumping back and forth always. Never resting in any given spot. I only ever stay long enough to get my foot out of the door.

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I haven't shaved today. Should I:

A)

B)

C)

D)

E)