So What If It Was The Wrong Name, My Father Still Called For Moi.

I’m going to be out of commission for a couple of daze.

Family thing and all that and as you have learned by now, this stuff is pretty hush hush with me.

Until then, please make something up every day.

Next week we’ll build on it.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

The singing philosopher. Dude’s a good drawer for sharp shite.

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