Put on a an argyle sweater and put on a smile. Daniel Danger gave me a high five, and questioned the contents of my seabag suspiciously, but I am afraid of being left to the flood. We chewed gum until my mumblings became incomprehensible and I left to go for some chicken. I was able to purchase this from a man named, Red Bear. It was a back alley and dirty but we shook hands like only two grown men can that are bent over looking for leftover diabetic needles behind a dumpster in Texas, and I went home with a smile. End of story.
