There's got to be a morning after

My friend ponders the folly of staying up all night on a sticky note.

Delighted to find a half hour of time to throw a few layers together of this guy I had lunch with today at McKenzie Brewhouse in Frazer, PA. He's a talker but I never hear what he's saying. I only see those teeth going up and down and makes me feel like I'm in prison or behind one of those medieval gates that close before you get to the drawbridge to get out of the castle.

Coffee Stain Alien Flipper Boy

When I was growing up, there was a boy who showed up one day for football tryouts. He had big hollowed-out eyes the color of coffee stains and flippers for hands. He didn't make the team and neither did I.

We commiserated but didn't become friends. I could never get over his coffee hollow stare and the slimy fishy smell of his flipper hands.

Conference Call Tribal Head & Shoulders

Worked on this while on a conference call today. Probably inspired by my upcoming reunion with my Africa-traveling friend at this weekend's 2008 YAB Conference.