Saturday, October 1, 2011
Wait for it to happen; don't want it to happen, just wait..
It's like something on the menu at Fooey Louie's or Sam Wo's at 3 a.m. after a hard night of imbibition in a cellar cafe on Waverly Place listening to the tiles come crashing down on the tables.
IN THE YEAR OF THE CAT...
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