“Don’t tell me. Soupy.” No. “Smersh.” Also no. “Derpy Hooves.” Slash. His name is Slash. “Well, you can’t blame me for blanking on him. He’s not wearing his hat.” That’s true. “I know who he is. He was in that reprobate heavy mental band with the little angry fellow. And he loves his hat. He’s, … Continue reading Looks Like November Rain