Monday, September 26, 2011


This stint in New York was an absolute delight, largely because I was attached to one of my nearest and dearest, the banjo-wielding Alana (I like the thought of one "wielding" a banjo, conjures the image of a weapon rather than an instrument generally played by docile individuals. Personally I'd rather bash an intruder upside the head with one). I am anticipating a rage blackout when my credit card bill arrives.

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