I Got My Mother Stoned and Now She is Gone
We sent her down to the front side walk, which was a little tricky to get to, I admit. We were hoping for pictures of all the birthday party attendees wrapped around and hanging off the railings. It took her a very long time to hit bottom. She kept stopping and yelling “Am I there yet?”
Little bricks build a big house. And little problems build a strong case for losing your mind, burning your life down, and ending up speaking tongues to yourself on Lower Wacker.