Number 7. With a tough outer shell and candy-like filling, the shwag-collector sat in his castle, wondering what the weather outside was like. At various points in the evening, shortly after threatening some of the neighborhood children, he would think back to a time when his face was smooth; a time when he was sadder. During these times, he would ponder the size of the universe and the cost of yogurt in countries other than China. Why? Who knows?
I want to borrow that CD sometime. Unless I've ordered my own. I should be up for the next home game. I'll probably be in town that whole week since it's my Spring Break. I'll give you a call.
