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Oh the years are upon Taytyme, and they are showing. First the ear hairs that need to be dealt with at regular beard-hair intervals, and then this! The number of tymes during the past week that Tay has discovered his zipper to be in the unzipped postion while not accessing his gentles? Five! What's going on here? Too much on the mind to remember such a simple task as zipping? Today's motto is, "what goes down must come up."

The future's so bright that I won't give a goddamn.

This weekend Taytyme was inspired to quit everything about lyfe that's not the stuff he wants out of said lyfe. Thanks be to Boston's own immortal Boston, those soothsaying poets of yesteryear who so recently quipped on the classic rock station in Tay Town, "Some people got to make a livin' livin'."

The Freedom Parkway

This weekend Taytyme and company visited the great city of Atlanta, which is better than most places in New Jersey. We were able to spend a little while driving on the Freedom Parkway, and it really got the old gears turning.

See, "Freedom" is one of those words that means different things to different people. To white people, freedom means killing terrorists. But I bet to black people it actually means freedom.

Taytyme's been reading Lorrie Moore stories. It makes him happy that that she doesn't know any of his friends, because she'd probably tell him what shitty people they are deep down.