There won’t be a post tomorrow b/c I’ll be getting my dance gear together for some godawful early-morning middle school performance where I try to teach kids a.) about the Fancy Feather Dance, and b.) not all Indians are dead. Then I get to sprint to BWI to catch a flight to Chicago where Chicken Jon and I will try to find Ninja Andy a wife.
Everyone have a delicious weekend.
Figure 1: My brother and I, probably talking shit.