I have to be on the road at 730am today


It’s 1:27am and there’s a drunkie drunk txting me.

She may have passed ooot, though.

Either way I’m doomed. I haven’t woken up that early in quite a while.

I’m driving far away to pitch a bonus part of a genius idea.

Odds are they’ll say yes because it’s one of those beautiful plans where everyone wins.

But because it’s a busblog production, it’s never been done before.

People like precedents.

What I need to remind them is people, however, love courage.

Plus it’s the Autumn now,

and the Autumn wind is a Raider

The Autumn Wind is a pirate,
Blustering in from sea,
With a rollocking song, he sweeps along,
Swaggering boisterously.

His face is weather beaten.
He wears a hooded sash,
With a silver hat about his head,
And a bristling black mustache.

He growls as he storms the country,
A villain big and bold.
And the trees all shake and quiver and quake,
As he robs them of their gold.

The Autumn Wind is a raider,
Pillaging just for fun.
He’ll knock you ’round and upside down,
And laugh when he’s conquered and won.