1. Tuesday, October 1, 2013

    I have to be on the road at 730am today 

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    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.