Mr. Cellophane

In a location adjacent to a place in a city of some significance, what comes out of my head is plastered on the walls of this blog.

Thursday, June 09, 2016

Our hot water heater crapped out and while waiting for the guy to install the new one, I was forced to take a hooker's bath in cold water. Could I have gone without? The morning before one of the (if not the) most important job interviews of my life? Not likely.

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