Doozy update
As I grow older and (supposedly) more mature, the immortal strains of the late, dearly missed Warren Zevon's "Lawyers, Guns and Money" ring resoundingly in my ears and fill the half-hidden catacombs of my subconcious moments before sleep.
Well, no guns at least. Thus far.
Everything's working out, I'll follow up when the ink is dry.
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