There's this cartoon where the Coyote has something terrible happen to him (as always) and for some reason that escapes me at the moment, he has these fits where he vibrates uncontrollably. I have a house full of gear that I'm trying to get rid of, and I find myself at a yardsale today looking at a pair of speakers that I KNOW I don't need, and yet I almost couldn't pass them up. My innards felt like that Coyote. I had to walk to the car.
Hi, I'm Ed, and I have a problem.
(That is the first step, is it not?)
Hi, I'm Ed, and I have a problem.
(That is the first step, is it not?)