Crap shack.
Lights are off again. I thought I just bribed that guy last week. Didn't I? What.... it was the wrong guy? His pushcart was decorated with a cardboard sign that had "electric company" written on it in crayon. Seemed legitimate to me. It seems I'm too trusting. We all are here at the Cheney Hammer Mill, Big Green's crap shack of distinction. Oh, we've had a lot of crap shacks through the years, from a tumbled-down house on Irving Avenue in Castleton-On-Hudson to the slightly less beat up place next door to it.... (and one or two others, if memory serves). Then of course there was the lean-to in Sri Lanka. (What happened to that? It leaned fro.) Anyway, next to all those joints, this abandoned hammer mill is the next best thing to being someplace decent. And yet, here we are... lights off, phone disconnected, water intermittent, gravity reversed (Mitch Macaphee's been at it again)... It all comes down to one thing: frankincense. No, wait. It's another wo...