Hell.
More thought.
What is the chance Lady M is going to influence the distribution network...we all saw what happened in Nairobi in '58 and know what happens when this sort of temporal echo-train takes place. Again, only a perspective, but then again I tripped on an ankle high power cord and totally eff'd the distribution architecture folks...who knows where they are right now...poor slobs.
Maybe Nemo can help me.
Gotta find him first though - then again it was his pal Thornton-Pickle who gave me the five year vacation in that stinkin' Sonoran prison.
I think I'll rip his mustache hairs out one by one, he thought, slowly bringing a hand-rolled cigarillo to his lips.
Pickle, yeah, Pickle
Thornton-Pickle avec Moustache
