Good Day, Badger !

I've decided to finally admit that my anthropomorphism is just a side-tracked fear of the unknown. Animals are simply hairier and less likely to say, "hi, ravenswood", when seeing me on Greenwood at ten in the evening, than some guy who lives further down the road. All of my romantisicm and fluffy thinking is just bollocks.

......or is it ?

What's that rustling in the hedgerow ? it's.... it's Superbadger, and he's holding......sandwiches !!! that his ...mother made...on her little maplewood kitchen table.....

Stop it !!!

If the dumb badger was actually holding a sandwich, he must have retrieved it from a garbage bin, or more likely, someone tossed it from an overpass (because the " aioli* was just too, too tangy ").

sigh

here we are in los angeles. making music and thinking about badgers.

* Stan says if you have to ask, you don't need to know