ALWAYS HIT THE GARAGE SALES: Today Dad and I did, and I’ll be damned if their wasn’t a stack of records there just waiting for me to get nasty with them. Saw the saucy little boot cover up above, then proceeded to find Bob Dylan’s “Freehwheelin’” record! Mint. Old as shit. Just buried there in that stack.

Got it for a quarter. Life is mysterious, awesome and mysteriously awesome.

Othwerwise, I worked my mouse finger off all weekend. Yep.