TodayToday was one of those days spent tying up loose ends, emptying out and sorting the junk the accumulates in the lower desk drawer and strewing it all over the coffee table in an effort to make sense of it all.
From the pile of crumpled bills, I have aquired a five (a new-coke five. I don't really mind the new-coke money. I worry that they'll do in the two) upon which is written, depending on interpretation:
I don't know what that means.
It reminds me a little of a two I found last year that has a little cartoon word bubble rubber stamped in purple ink next to Jefferson's head that reads "I Grew Hemp". I don't know what that means, either, except maybe that somebody gave enough of a damn to go out and craft a rubber stamp that allows the mass production of said cartoon word bubbles. Which is something.
Go you Huskies!
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