Bob is home and not resting. He’s in his studio with the door closed and getting back to normal or…less foul. Before he closed the door, he asked me once again to do his blog entry and handed me his notes. I skimmed through them and told them they were incoherent. He thanked me.
I told him, “No, I don’t think you heard me. I said your notes are incoherent.”
He told me, “I heard you. Aluminum taste like fear.”
And shut the door.
I think he needed a few more days at the clinic or the Old World treatment from the Catholic Church. Not sure what the story is with him not going to church – depends on who you ask. Either Bob wouldn’t have the church or the church wouldn’t have Bob.
“Fuel, fire and smoke. None have anything to do with the three 911s featured here.”
“Ferarri Fly Gold Beers”
“Big Mouth Strikes Again – reference to huge flare.”
“Lots of awesome old 911s and two stupid civilian cars.”
“Anything to thin the blood.”
“Kristan and Eric – couple with longevity. Sponge Bob agrees.”
“Eric returning with his Golden Ticket.”
“The Grey guarding the pack. Liam”