I have informally adopted a squirrel named Bath Salts.  Of course this would be news to Bath Salts the Squirrel….he doesn’t have a clue.  Bath Slats is insane.  He started hanging around the door of the Writing Shed a couple months ago, and ever since then, we’ve been getting increasingly comfortable with each other’s presences.  I have big plans for me and Bath Salts.  Eventually, I can see us hanging out together at the casino playing video poker and sipping whiskey and bitching about the general state of things.

N.P.: “Two Tone Cadillac” – T Bird and the Breaks