as if in response to my previous post (or maybe just in response to my horrible mood this week), harlan screamed last night at 1am for two and a half hours. we're talking, inconsolable, balls to the wall, full throat, kill your mother screaming. he was taking no prisoners, he was on a mission, he was fit to be tied.
thanks harlan, ya done good by me.
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Ah, those punk ass little kids. Jeru yells his presence out most anywhere we go, thank goodness patio seating is back in season. The happy screams are almost as unsettling as the mad ones. They're all a little mad, I suppose.
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