DON'T ASK, I DON'T REMEMBER

I did this several years ago, when I was but a slip of a lad, and I might have been under certain influences, I don't know. There was a client, I remember that. Beyond that, it's all a thick stew of...of nothing, that's the point here. It was a period of time that the brain, that throbbing organ of sympathy, discreetly wraps in newspaper and places in the dumpster. Best for all concerned.