It’s dark down here in the back of the warehouse.  The neighbors, the rowdies in the treatment room, are noisy and busy as always and the accountants overhead are aflutter with enthusiasm. The exhilaration is palpable, isn’t it? 

A new blog. Some new opportunities.  Same old immense lexicon of inside jokes. I missed Picrow.  It’s good to be back. Even if I am doing hard time in solitary for a while. (Well deserved.)