I'm good with sitting out delays. I've basically been in a three-year holding pattern. I hope these days have not been a waste of energy. If I came to this place to deliver a message *("You've only got ten good years left. Turn your daydreams into something I can pick up and read, damn it!"), I've
expressed it in as many ways I could think of:
– Cross-stitched on samplers.
– Silk-screened on t-shirts.
– Painted on pieces of reclaimed wood to be placed in kitchens as a bit of motivational decoration.
In the interim, I've shed yards of old skin. Wish I could turn that material into something meaningful for you. Most of the things Boothby displays are mere trifles. Knick-knacks meant to keep me alive when you leave the confines of the drive-in.
*A very specific message meant for one of you.
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