Hey, Mrs. Donna Jean. Whatcha doing? “Mah part, sugah! Ah’m th’ getaway pilot.” Wha? “F’r the Murder Heist.” Oh, goddammit. “Ah’ll poke out y’r eyes if’n you blaspheme anymore.” Sorry, ma’am. I’m just a bit frustrated by the durability of this stupid idea. “Nothin’ stupid ’bout an old-fashioned Murder Heist.” Why is it capitalized? “Cuz … Continue reading Ran Out Of Track…