Sabotage.

Oh my God, it's a b-log.
sumthinsumthinsumthin it's Sabotagggeeeee!

Shout out to the Beastie Boys. Shout out to Rock Band. And to everyone in the house. You're all killers, real killers. Don't have to look far to see the metal gleam in your eye, silver bullet in your pocket. Catch me on the way out. Way out. Say what?

Today a gentleman walked up to me in a gray tuxedo. Curly white linen protruded from beneath the coat's vest. In one hand he had a buoyant glass of bloody red wine and in the other a champagne glass with light pink, cherry wine. Most likely kid's wine - the carbonated virgin cocktail found in the Thanksgiving isle. He held them up shoulder height, and shoulder width apart.

"I'll take one. Thanks. I appreciate it. "

"I mean it. Just hand me the skinny glass."

I looked into his face, finally, and saw matching gray eyes unfocused like haze from a smoke bomb. And then a tie rolled down from his chin. It was scary like a clown. A long red velvet tie unrolling down the front of his body. A mix between that crazy cartoon wolf and Oscar night entries.

"It's a party in your mouth."

I tried to take a step by. And did! I left the scene like a tourist in a wax museum that should never have been on the itinerary. I proceeded to the bagel stand. Friday is bagel day, thank goodness. Thank you grandma! Thank you. Amazing. I'll send flowers, I will. 3 kinds. Sunflowers, Dandelions and... no I won't send you those weeds. Tulips, roses, and those other ones made by 3rd graders with Crayola crayons.

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Thank you all!