(Author’s Note: I’ve had to take some time off recently, in order to get things in order. I am moving this coming weekend, hopefully to a place where I’ll be able to save up and get my own pad. But in that time, I get to enjoy new music, which I get to add to my list. One such song is what you’re going to hear tonight. Here’s the fictioneers! [By the way, watch the video and tell me how many celebrities you see. If you get all of them, you get a custom salute from me!])
How Can The Laboring Man Find Time For Self Culture
by Miles H. Rost
“If you don’t find time to relax, Brian…”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll end up in my grave. You’ve said that for the last 20 years, Jeana.”
Two heart attacks confirmed Jeana’s words, and Brian knew it. He just couldn’t rest until she was comfortable.
“There’s an exhibit about the history of underwear at the museum. We should go.”
“And put me in an early grave?”
Brian looked at her flatly, Jeana finally realizing that an exhibit like that would, actually, make his heart pressure soar.
“Maybe we can watch the Rock Hall Inductions.”
“Alright,” Jeana sighed.
At least he would relax.