I wake up in the middle of the night and someone's sitting on the foot of my bed. I can't tell for sure. I think it's Quail, haven't seen her in parts for awhile. Nooks neither. But the hair isn't white. Shapes drew other shapes along the wall.
Having nothing better to do, I woke up and started browsing the Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms "home page" for kids. Since we were all, in fact, kids. I think this happened, I don't know, fifteen years ago. I learned proper regulations for creating a still.
ITEM! Sometimes I wonder whether saying these