Hence: A tear and a sniff f'er all o' y'er.
Black Velvet and coffee. Just what God wants in a bar: "A Wide Awake Drunk German."
Instead, I'll type at home, thank you. (This is, after all, a journal, of sorts.)
The compass wanders. I'm looking for music to go with this tango. Wish me a fish!
Watch out for volume! You've been warned.
-Doc
add: "Anything might happen. Don't discount chaos."
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