Calling all cars
We have been going craft crazy here at the Kilbot Factory in preparation for the Meredith Music Festival. About a week ago I had the hair-brained notion that we could sell t-shirts to fund the crazy insanity, so I have sunk all my money and a little bit of other people’s money into the production of 40 shirts. It occurred to me that a much safer bet would be to invest my money in the drug market; it would have been less work, greater profit and an almost certainty of selling anything I had to offer… anyways, too late to turn back now. We have a flag (left), plenty of shirts to wear, a truck load of cheap wine and one Loafa’s-New-Years-style Casino Royale play board.
One thing we are lacking is a car. Fancy and Kirsty had planned to drive but their car has suffered fatal road injuries (Fancy or Kirsty may expand on this later). That leaves us kinda in a pickle. If anyone on the eastcoast has a car we can borrow for the weekend, please give me a call… history will remember your deed kindly through a power-ballad I shall pen, tentatively entitled “The Car That Saved Christmas”.

