ACCOZZAGLIA

when you have to pretend to be hercules and catch seemingly impossible connection routes, you end up filling your bladder over those three hours of hiking everywhere. i mean, the city of Neverett obviously sunk a lot of cheddar into that gleamy-new transit centre hub for catching commuter-length lines with Community Transit and Sound Transit, but then 80 percent of Neverett Transit’s routes only get as close as three blocks away, uhm.

so, my bladder is unhappy, which is making me cranky. and i’m only just past the halfway point in this, ummm, adventure.

that’s right, accozzaglia, put an ari fleischer-styled spin on it.

whatever.