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,
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.