I’m sitting here, dripping wet, and it tastes as sweet as Pooh’s honey pot. Which, okay, that’s the vibe—sweet honey, old-school, messy in a way I like.
Wait — if you’re reading this, don’t leave me here just hanging. I might get started without you, and yeah, that’s exactly how it goes.
San Antonio gets mentioned a lot around here, and it always feels like the right kind of back-and-forth—anyway, I’m ready for someone to come play.
