What’s that noise? Did I turn down the T.V. or did it turn me up? Fish is nice. La da la da la. Okay, the supermarket is bare. I just want another try. What’s that you say—blue in green? Smells like Jazz. Johnny hates jazz. Here we go… again!

I’m on the Park Street deli, jockeying for a ham on rye. Nothing like the sweet odor of success.

Now, if Ross Perot sold all of his belongings would Wal-Mart still hold on to the consumer share? Stop.

Send money.

Stop.

Doctor, am I getting better? Your arm is so smooth. I dream of tourmaline and phase. Peace

out.