the goods

of course, it is raining. this made the bike ride to the middle east excitingly treacherous. i went in, looked around for stacks of meat and, finding none, went to the back of the room where it the keeper of the lamb sat nursing a beer. he ducked in the back and appeared moments later with this:

diana: her true story is there for a sense of scale.

stay tuuuuuuuned.