forty-four...

this was initially gonna be a single-line post about how i was walking home yesterday and i saw a bush of crimson roses in a garden on dovercourt... "in november ??" i thought to myself, and then i actually stopped to smell them...

but since i'm posting on taking the time to smell the roses, i might as well post on david blaine, 44, black diamonds, kent & tattoos and how they're all interrelated... or, even better, i should leave it at that.

the end.