This End Up

this packing is a stinky sumbitch. my teeth taste like tape glue. that's it, i'm never buying anything ever again. i'm tellin' you: stinky. yeah, well i'd better get back to it, i'm in the middle of book box #9. i guess not having a job kind of tempers the ridiculousness of wading through the last few years of my life, though, so it's not so bad. ok, on to box number ten, just as son as elvis costello gets done watching the detectives.