After a late night getting back from The Lion King show, YHC showed up wondering if my aroma lacked a certain appeal. With no other PAX, I cleared out Crossroads after my last meal?
But hey, no worries. With clear skies full of the ancestors of Kings (and/or giant balls of gas burning billions of miles away) to help me come up with this insane backblast, the light was kept on.
The Thang:
Started in Kensington Farms, then through the school, down Bethany, then back up Mid-Broadwell. I was the king of everything the moonlight touched.
COT:
Safe travels for all the PAX returning from Fall Break.
