The Wreckoning, Pt 17

Running 'cross knee-deep streets with a garbage bag over my head. You can call me the ghost of hefty past.

It's a well ordered lunchtime parade up in here, except I'm outta cream cheese. Peanut butter and cream cheese sandwhiches = the pros choice.

It's been all Stax this week... Otis, Rufus, Carla, Booker, "Can Your Monkey Do the Dog?"

You don't wear continental clothes or stetson hats.