Soupy Speaks: Vol. 1

...So a day in and out and then bright and early, chalk blue on the horizon drive to the store. Short staffed perhaps or a slight bought of anti-ambition flu, our warm blanket now wet. F.O. sings the grey-haired pastry blues, ringing in the morning to a snail's pace. Is that dirty water? Is that a safe somewhere screaming? Is that another eight hours of my life in the bulging hour-glass Buddha belly?!?