Come on now

Come on now

I'm looking through a Rolling Stone magazine right now, and I finally got to the table of contents on page thirty fucking nine, an epilogue to thirty eight pages of ads. Also, Naomi's cat is hissing at me for no good reason. He's looking at me, Ray. I think he can hear you.

More about the ridiculous--in a great way--weekend I had to follow. Stay tuned.

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