...l'immortaliste and a glass of c-juice...

Do we remember those days when I kept you abreast of my academic endeavors (disregarding whether you ever wished to hear them or not)?

Well, sit back because we're going retro baby. A new pot of coffee simmers nearby, one cup already tossed back. We're not leaving this joint until this law and morality paper is written, and written well dammit.

At present: 165 of 2000 words. Not a bad start after... 4 hours. Albeit, 4 hours of almost constant procrastination and escape tactics.

Immaterialisms:
i) A hobo fire in a metal garbage cylinder, where we roasted marshmallows on branches and bavard-ed neighbourhood gossip with the dreadlocked hippie furniture maker from two doors down. Word on the street: the cat next door has been knocked up by JoJo, the corner store owner's he-cat.

ii) There is a tree growing from under the neighbours house. As in the roots must be right below the basement, because the tree is growing up from underneath the house, and looks as if it emerges from it. It's quite confuzzling.

iii) Pringles containers are nicely combustible.

iv) Combustible. Now that is a *great* word! I wonder if there is anywhere I can insert it into my essay...