I’ll be able to expound upon this in greater detail later this month — like, say, in about a week — but I do need to say that tonight was an exceptionally odd night at Piper’s. But we got to see Cindy — a rare and wonderful occurrence — and Mrs. Crappy took me to a killer bento box place in Oakland before we hit the South Side.

No complaints, boys and girls. As is often the case, weird is (mostly) good.


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