Brotherly Love My Sweet Ass

Yesterday I received a number of braile alphabet cards in the mail. Riding into the city I ran my fingers over the raised nubs on the card, closed my eyes and tried to picture actual letters. I realized that were I blind I would be totally fucked. I considered spending more time with the cards and maybe actually learning a bit of the braile language so that I could read with my eyes shut. It would be an excellent parlor trick, if nothing else. This inspired moment lasted for maybe 17 seconds before I saw something shiny outside.
















Today I am in Philly....












What a bizarre place...






where wild camels roam the plains....







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..and John Wayne and a one-armed bartender shoot the shit behind a golden bar....











....and these dudes eat all of your cereal and there's not much that you can do about it because they live in your cabinets and make weird faces at you when you're in the kitchen...










...a place where the golden rule prevails....










...and where electricity can be both deadly and brightly-colored (I mean, it looks like a playground for chrissake)









...and everyone goes on about some goddamn bell...






..but I guess it's not too shabby.