Hey, Bobby. Are you a vandal now? “On my mother’s side. Dad’s people were Visigoths.” I was referring to the graffito. “No one ever gives you the credit you deserve for caring about proper pluralization.” You’re right. They don’t. Fuck them. “Get ’em, tiger.” Seriously, what are you doing? “Well, uh, this is a business … Continue reading I Can See The Writing On The Wall