"Dude, can you hurry up so we can party?" my mates asked.
I switched gears to proofreading one of my more autobiographical pieces focussed on how much I've matured over the years. Like a superb and resonant champagne, I've improved with time.
It would no doubt take my mind off a debilitating sadness caused by a horrendous tragedy. My old friend Albert of the Royal New Zealand Army had recently become unemployed and dead at the same time when he was fired from his job as cannon safety supervisor, when he was fired from his cannon.
This silly book is a light-hearted look at my life as a student, a friend of the lost and the disaffected, a party animal, a leaf in the wind attempting sense-making escapades in the political spectrum, and much more. Jokes were harvested, fermented, and shot out of various joke-cannons into many innocent ears during testing.
