Walpurgis Night, 2013

Then in a damn-the-torpedoes kind of way, sort of planning ahead but not really looking that way, most certainly not forward, Cybill and I take some time off our respective jobs and get to hop a plane on Walpurgis Night, 2013, to sunny Orlando, FL and if you ask me, to hell with whatever happens sixteen days from now. I just wanna ride the Space Mountain, buddy, and let go of the whole damned rest of the world while at it.