The passage of time has been dimmed by the years gone by, but the warm, heavy, air awakens M (also known as Dr. T, praise be unto him). Nothing has changed. The roiling clouds tear the sunshine to to shreds, and the heat seems to rise from the very bowels of hell.
Fan: "Nice shirt, man. Where'd you buy it?"
M: "Oh. Yeah. this one. yeah..."
Monday, May 14, 2007
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