While Mik was observing phlegmy police, I was behind this jerkbag. Hey JAH – just because you hold your arm at full length straight down the side of the door when dropping that cig on the street doesn’t mean nobody’s gonna see. I did. I’m assuming you wouldn’t throw a plastic bag out the window – though perhaps I give you too much credit – so don’t throw your plastic cigarette butts out either, okay?
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.
Hmm, guess I just did.
My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.
