I was working out a post in my head on the way across the street to my coffee shop this morning. It was about the detritus on my floor and the somewhat humorous qualities therein. After ordering my coffee, I was standing over by the news rack looking over the latest issue of the Post and the excitingly uninvestigative news when Concrete Blonde's Joey blurted out of the speakers. An actual live radio station chose to play a Concrete Blonde song. This pretty much blew my mind and I forgot the series of jokes I had laid out about how much of a mess my apartment is and how fulsome still beats me in that regard.
I thought AG was the only other person in the world who actually chose to listen to this band.
So anyway, tonight Snag, Clif and I going to solve all this shit going on in the world. There may be signs. There may be drinks. There may even be some form of pork.