Good night, fuckers

"I'll probably go to bed at around 4 a.m.," I told a friend mid-afternoon.

"Really?" he said.

"Maybe like 3 a.m.," I said, believing it.

Suggestion: go to YouTube. Search for "paper bag" and "balls." Or maybe "paper bag" and "testes." I'm not sure. I certainly did a kick-ass lip-synch to "Stevie Nix" at around 4:30 a.m. It was after the baby bok-choi was hurled at a sleeveless pedestrian, but well before breakfast.

Good night, fuckers. Good night.