"Too late or still too soon too soon to make lots of bad love and there's no time for sorrow. Run around, run around with a hole in your head 'til tomorrow."
-----They Might Be Giants
-----They Might Be Giants
Who once were seniors, now are middle-aged. Reduced to numbers:
Dave = i, Trav is #1, e ergo 'eznutz, AChen is an unknown quantity, and I am 3 of 4; the drone car.
This blog stopped being parody of the Elkridge Hollerer after the epilogue post, but there is still self-parody, and, of course, lots of bad spelling and grammar. This chapter of my life is over. There are no further posts after December 31, 2009.
Thank you for reading.