Soup. … Soup. … Soup? “Behind you, man.” YAAH! Jesus, you snuck up on me. Hey, Soup. “Heeeey, man.” I didn’t hear you. “I walk like a panther, man.” Why aren’t you in there? “That thing? Nah, you know: it’s a bit on the nose, man.” Yeah. “Also, man, between you and me? I’m going … Continue reading We Made Doody In My Chevy Van, And That’s All Right With Me