At this very moment, I'm hanging off of a ladder in here, putting up ten metal rods and fifteen panels of velvet curtains. Since late morning, it's been one of those days where the clouds are hovering like Jewish mothers, though I have yet to see a single stinking rain drop hit our lawn. And I'm working in the windows, remember, so I've spent most of my day staring at our front yard. Anyway, this song just came on the radio, and I thought to myself, If there's no downpour by the time I wrap up I should shave my head, Dep a mohawk, and cut the shoulders off of my t-shirts.
I've been feeling nostalgic.