So it ain't been all sunshine and roses round my door lately (except for Ogunquit and lobster bibs
and paint samples)
And then I find that the Charlie Brown cloud has wandered out west and dropped in on my
dear and trusted comrade in crack.
Plus the fact that the boys have completely gone off the rails of late. Complete with pictures.
And then . . . Jerry Hall? It's like they're begging me to write it. Sending me subliminal messages through rabbi beards and skinny rock icons.
I give in.
Here's the crack.
It's for LS - cuz if Davey can't cure it, it can't be cured.
It's P/D
WARNING WARNING WILL ROBINSON - Dr. Smith's a Big Ol' Mo.