SPARE WITH OUR WORDS: Not saying much today. Instead, am going to chill with Mom and Dad, watching tube, farting around the house and fighting my dad about “what’s for supper.” The important shit, you mouthbreathers.

Up above, that’s what punches you in the face when you walk into Dad’s basement shop/studio/hovel/hellhole. Not to be messed with.

Counting down the days until the Record Eagle headlines that says, “Traverse City Man Dies From Junk Avalanche. Body Yet To Be Recovered.”

It’s good to be home.