It was the spring of 68 when I was born. There were visible stars in the sky that night, or so I’m told… Some days, I ride my bicycle to the farmer’s market, hang my clothes to dry, and sketch or play my guitar into the evening… Other days, I stay indoors, drink too much coffee, eat canned soup, and critique endless reruns of “Law and Order.” (It’s fun to wonder how all the suspects have such perfect memories as to their whereabouts, or why the longshoreman isn’t curious enough to get out of the forklift when confronted by homicide detectives). Do you have friends? I’ve noticed people without friends tend to often to have some far-fetched conspiracy theory or weird aversion to sunlight…) Bonus points to those who… appreciate a good pun or will give a gratuitous chuckle:) can find humor in not only the absurd, but esp in the mundane… contact me at barterialism@gmail.com to discuss all this further:)
Tales from the Little Shed 