Cry Wolf (Time to Worry)

A friend and I hung for a bit of a bit this hot and humid night, my loyal loyal readership. We et at one of those places where the girls are hot and the grills are hotter and they make your food to order – one of those places where you can get Jones’ soda and trip through accents like you trip over words in real life.

Afterwards we sat in the parking lot crying wolf about getting back into the swing of things during these scoundrel days. Riding on coat-tails has its moments, my loyal readers – and in those moments are messages to live by.

I am off into the night again – this time to do battle. Goodnight.