
The new dawn of 2008 abruptly yanked away the covers leaving me shivering in the chill of car trouble, the IRS, going back to work – all the dead vermin the stray cat of a new year leaves on your doorstep, just to say I love you. My mechanic is a mile’s walk from the house, so I carefully saw my jalopy carefully there and decided that this was fate’s way of enforcing my weak resolution to get out and get some exercise in 2008. Fortunately, I have Ariel Pink at my side.
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