This week I had to deal with all kinds of bullshit I hate to do but must. Also, history repeats itself in the form of broken phones and fits thrown as I recall the time I had a not so positive reaction to breaking my phone. Did I mention I did it on purpose?
I always wanted a van with a wizard airbrushed on the side of it, and one day I achieved one half of that dream. This is the story of said van’s first voyage, and the magic required to get Letters to Voltron to the gig. Also, kings of love lay out a path in this week’s reading.