James Felix Black
@tft
A large person, in Canada. Father to two, smaller persons. Wife guy. Dual citizen, a modicum of discipline. Proud liberal. Hobbesian. Unix apostate, Classic Mac OS revanchist, tilter at path-dependent windmills. Emacsist.
My stepmom has gifted me her guitar, a 1968 Yamaha FG-75, a red label acoustic that I have lusted after for decades.
Out for gelato on a gorgeous longest day of the year, “Why Can’t I Touch It?” by the Buzzcocks playing, what a Father’s Day.
I am the peacemaker I'll pound sand right up your ass Our moral codes differ You are scum... that is all A trail of shit follows you around On the edge, it's a hell of a drop Your number's up