Like the marsupial

Time in its infinite scope contains more possibilities than Orange County Stadium on a cool night in February. This is my faith, my creed, and the bumper sticker on my Nash Rambler. Though tonight may find me close immured within these fiberfilled walls, I know the day will dawn, however long away, when I shall once again snuff the greasy air of freedom. This the voices tell me, and this time I have witnesses.

So though the world may think it's seen the last of Archduke Manfred von Doom, just you people wait. I endure like the marsupial. Justice may be slow but she's no moron.
Money talks, bullshit walks, and then there are attorneys.


Cool Night