Second Rate Broadcasting
Got home. Got back in my van and drove. Grabbed my last three dollars and forgot my phone, proving not a single soul we know is losing their old habits. So Kevin, if you're listening, they really messed this up. "The Pony" is lonely becoming one with the rest, but if you ask me there's a damn good reason why a reputation like yours exists. She'll save me a spot on the couch (the couch where she calls home) and she'll toast to you in her living room, where a dinner and second rate broadcasting are all we know.