Alison’s should still harbors a broken bone and I am still here playing at Nazi nurse. I’ll leave my technique to your imagination.

I just saw blue and red flashing lights reflected on a brass lamp shade – it’s the cops on the side street. Hopped up and looked and everything. You don’t need much imagination to realize the level of drudgery here at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse. I mean, when you go Woo Hoo at cop lights, you’re in sad shape. Or, more accurately, I stared at the reflection on the shade and thought, Oh! Could it be? Is it? Yes! Woo Hoo. Of course, this is following an afternoon of vacuuming cobwebs in the bunker . . .