November 12, 2013
Sitting in an empty office. First time since the year 2000, when we moved into the current digs of the True West World Headquarters. Two guys pulled up in a truck that said Rubbish Be Gone. The next thing I know they are manhandling my old desk:
Desk Be Gone, number one
Desk be Gone, number 2
Which left me working off of a couple of leftover chairs:
Desk Be Gone, number 3
"I'm the king of hearing a scream in the distance and deciding it's probably nothing."