Nums is currently out in the field doing some metaphysical investigative reporting for the D10. We'll await his longer-form reportage patiently, but in the meanwhile, here are some terse dispatches from our hard working correspondent (via text message):
"Zach got with a girl and she puked his cum on my jacket"
-- received at 11:57:33 a.m.
"No. Pea coat"
-- in response to "Oh no, the denim jacket?"
"Yep. She has a sister though"
-- in response to "Bummer. Coat's cowprint now?"
A radio blackout ensued for approximately two hours before communication was reestablished:
"Can we get a cat?"
-- received at 1:40:48 p.m.
"W. isn't a good movie."
-- received at 3:01:22 p.m.
I had assumed that these entries were going to end up comprising the day's body of work in it's entirety. Upon waking this morning, though, I found Nums had stayed awake far into the night pondering the Big Questions:
"James hendrix. Greatest black man?"
-- received at 4:06:15 a.m.
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