Dug this one up out of Murray’s Archive, a monster source of greatness that plopped into our lap from an undisclosed operative, which we are contractually bound to remain mum on, in matters regarding them/him/her/it, both in social standing and physical whereabouts, and goddammit, we’re staying tight-lipped about that.

Now I’m swearing on a Sunday.

Always one to introduce the concept of “bumming shit out” to a once pleasant exchange of digital data. I don’t even know what I’m talking about.