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."
—@juliussharpe
