someone in a suit here has been to jail

Ah, the smell of the ocean. The clouds over the full, spectacular moon. The girl dancing in front of the band earning the inevitable kickout. The curly-haired one oblivious otherwise. So are the glorious salty stories of an excellent pre-Burns eve. The deep fresh air. The intoxicating essence of C over water. Rabbie in 2. Giants in 11. Alexander in 255. Pat in ... Well, let's go to the triangle and find out. And 25 for the Black Pearl of Louis. And the Karsh Churchill.

Oh the stories, Stransky. Wherever which way we run.

Tonight I met dozer.