So my great worked the Zone and toughed out some notable hardships including that time when the raisins in his table mate’s Oatmeal started moving. There was kind of like a ‘good luck’ ritual when you arrived. You flung your boater (or ‘Panama’ Hat) into the harbor on your arrival to signal a resolve to stay.

Raisin guy didn’t make it.

What? I surprised you with a Marxist Class piece instead of a hah hah funny piece?

Are you really surprised? Really?

A Lemonade. A nice cold glass a Lemonade. Hey Boss, I’m goin’ a good.


Chicolini here may talk like an idiot, and look like an idiot, but don’t let that fool you.

He really is an idiot.