Friday, July 13, 2018

"I did it...my...way."

He has started early today. Just my luck. Ah, Friday the 13th.

Windows are open. Menachem, it's fucking too hot outside to have the windows open.

Now, "It's...just...impossible, impossi-ble-ble-ble"...Never heard so pronounced a trill as this. Or a slower anything.

..."Unforgettable you-ou-ou."

Maybe this is inoculation against a 4:30-ish performance. Maybe he's trying to get his fix in before sundown when he can't use mechanical devices. Or maybe this is a marathon. :( Maybe he is trying to drive his goyem friend insane. Maybe I was too hasty putting my shoulder-launched, sound-seeking missile on ebay.