Wherein I describe the process of seasoning cast-iron, and also my mid-life crisis.
Wherein I am nostalgic about the Space Shuttle program.
Wherein I remember Kurt Cobain.
Wherein I handle a boat-load of disrespect to George Lucas.
Wherein I regale you with the story about how I ran my car into a police officer.
Wherein I remember a painting that changed my life.
Wherein I talk about Jenny Holzer.
Wherein we read a story.
Wherein I have a fever-dream.
Wherein there is a story about my childhood.