[count-your-change]

Mad Dawg, we're just two guys talking about different views of what happened. I'll argue with you and once in a while poke a finger in your eye to the first knuckle (helping to remove the rafter and all in good taste, of course), but in the end there's no points to score and I'll hang up keyboard for the night.

I have soon widow and orphans to throw into the street but I'll be back in a bit.

[Mad Dawg]

Yeah, but one of the guys, namely moi, is having a logorrhea attack. I’m procrastinating writing about light and dark in John’s Gospel, maybe I should, y’know, do some work.