My Lonely City

Awww – look at it smile, and laugh, (okay, I guess it’s probably at least a few weeks away from laughing)and throw up. On me, and on my carpet, and on my upholstery. However you spell it. Whatever, anyway. The point is, now I have an article to watch grow and change and eventually ruin its life with drugs, sex, and bluegrass. Because we don’t tolerate conformists around here.