There’s a famous six-word story attributed to Ernest Hemingway that goes as follows:
For sale: baby shoes, never worn.
The six-word story told by the two signs above has a little more dark humor.
There’s a famous six-word story attributed to Ernest Hemingway that goes as follows:
For sale: baby shoes, never worn.
The six-word story told by the two signs above has a little more dark humor.
I’m having a quiet Saturday night, which I’ve earned after so many Saturday night at places like the one pictured above!
(BTW, speaking from experience, the right “Jeff” can do wonders for a band’s sound.)
(Need context? Dick’s best-known novel is Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, published in 1968 and made popular by the film based on it: 1982’s Blade Runner.)
It’s true; Tucker did go on a rant about that:
Hooray! It looks like Spaddy’s, my regular coffee place, made it through the hurricane. The only damage seems to be a lack of bread for their fantastic Cuban toast with cheese, which should be coming back later this week.