Frickin Jeff Lynn and ELO, huh? Telephone line, give me some time...
Not gonna lie to yez, this is a drunken muskrat speaking. Gosh, things are getting grim around my neck of the wood. Favorite pub closed down, my job gonna close down (whenever they quit giving me work, that is), all my friends married, dead, or incarcerated...
But I don't mean to gripe. I keep telling myself to sever all human ties to the world, you know...one of those 'focus on yer work' mindsets--but when it all comes slamming down in rapid succession like this...leaving no other choice...gosh.
I dunno, just a bunch of strange changes going on right now. Ugh. Like I could give a derf. Just give me some paper, ink, maybe some keys to punch. A writer must forsake this world for another, everybody knows that.
Thanx fer talkin. You know I coulda been on that pit crew in Atlanta...
(((Muskie)))