We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember Mo > saying
something like:

>> Umm <cough> well, I was ignored when I objected to tradesmen advertising
>> their services in this group. Now we have someone touting the services
>> of a carpenter. I warned you it would end in tears.
>
>****wit.
>
>--
>Jesus loves you, ****y.

I bet he'd have difficulty knocking up a chest of drawers now, though.