Well, micro ... maybe I will sit down with a fifth of sour mash before I do any more postin'. That way, when I'm fixin' to start back up, I'll be a slurrin' my ten-dollar words ... and then ... maybe ... jest maybe ... those words might start makin' more sense to lil' ol' zzfart.
Whaddyathink?

The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted. ~ D.H. Lawrence