This says it all, really...

You can't help them

"feelin' it"

People you know who like "the blues?"  There's nothing to be done; save time and just let them go.

Making a wee garden for Cheryl

Louis, Andrew and I got behind Cheryl's freestanding garage and cleared shit out and up Saturday.

Hapless homeowner says: "Help me, assortment of dudes
of various ages!"

(front yard Buddha waits benignly)

Louis hacks the heck out of old-ass dirt.  Pickax courtesy of Ed.

Levelling off, will put an inch of manure then topsoil in
Wednesday night.  Huzzah!

She'll be thrilled that I posted this.  THRILLED, I say.

The whole thing ended with a trip to the dump and as we know I friggin'
LOVE going to the dump.

Emergencey + Exit

A sign...

Added this sign to out little community garden in advance of miscreants making off with tomatoes and such in the light.  They'll probably turn on their flashlights, see where "property" is misspelled and then laugh and laugh as they tote away a summer's worth of garden-grown victuals.

"This is my kind of music..."

Oh, and here is the LP cover for

when Chooch, Cory and I invent "goth brostep."  Probably.