Inspiration comes at the oddest of times, much as a revelation does to a devoutly religious person. A moment presents itself like a whack against the forehead, and the recipient is struck with a moment of ultra clarity.
I was sitting outside tonight enjoying one of the simple pleasures left to us, an after dinner smoke. That's right, I consumed a tobacco product in the relative sanctity of my back yard after a very enjoyable dinner of red meat coated with a thin layer of table salt, and...
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