been locked inside for a few days of a month-long or longer stint in a mental health facility -- voluntary -- and i wore my brand spanking new THAW t-shirt today to make me feel a bit better, and when i went to the cafeteria this morning, the guy serving up powdered eggs smiled big when he saw my shirt and said, "hey, like your shirt!" turns out, he's a lifelong fan of foetus as well, so we had ourselves a brief conversation about our favourite albums -- he chose NAIL, i chose HOLE -- and i went to my table alone but with a smile that lasted until i tasted the eggs.
we both admitted that it was the first time we had ever met someone who liked foetus. isn't it perfect that it would be here in a place filled with paper slippers?