After sleepless nights of surreal dreams and visions, Kevin, the modern day Ezekiel, spreads the gospel of some new inventions in the blazing world of drywall.
After weeks of this nocturnal dream-sequence being played out in my already overtaxed cranium, I decided it was a sign. No longer could I ignore my place in the universe. It was my sacred duty to carry on the tradition of burning bridges, snapping at the hand that feeds me and generally carry on with the foolishness you have come to expect. I will do my best to live up to your lowered expectations. On to the meat and taters.