Tax Day is never a happy time for me. Surrounded by tiny scraps of paper, trying to create some sense of order out of it all, what I really want to do is torch everything and hop a plane to Buenos Aires.
Did somebody say… torch?
Well here it is, right in front of my eyes. The perfect instrument of destruction. The agent of my freedom. Made out of recycled materials, to boot. And, in my fantasy world, after the deed is done, it’ll make the perfect outdoor light for my Argentinian garden.
Krrb.com/rabbitstew, here I come!