WHAT’S LITTLE, YELLOW, AND FILLED WITH CRAP?

Oh, you thought I was kidding when I said quality might take a nose dive around here. I do not break promises. I keep them. Mercilessly. Below you will find a few pages from the notebook that lives in my left rear pocket during all my waking hours. I acquired the habit from Kevin, who is intent on never losing an iota of flickering brilliance from the unencoded ephemera of conversation and idle dreaming. Mine doesn’t exactly exhibit any degree of brilliance. More like poor handwriting and further evidence of my addiction of Flickr.