Monday, April 07, 2003

Good night everybody, as I wave like the tard who stands at the side of the road with the transistor radio that doesn't work, mostly because it isn't really a transistor radio, but a block of wood painted black, with an old car antenna taped to it.
But it probably doesn't matter to him, because I bet he hears his own kind of music, somehow, someway, in his brain or something.