Grant Gilliland

Well, my knees are. I just got back from falling down a set of stairs in front of the chiropractor’s office…I lost my footing when this scooter honked at me…well, not the scooter but…whatever. Yeah, but now i’m just trying to relax here before I head over to the check-cashing store…got a check (score!) from my Grandmar yesterday for fifty some bucks and i’m really seriously thinking about just blowing it all on a new hat or maybe a rain-protective hat spray…you know, to keep it dry when it rains. The Derby Ditch opens in about half a minute, so if you want to come, there’s a stool by the door that you could sit on and look bored while I look at derby hats. Also, the store smells like old cardboard, I know you like that…Oh, sorry did you want a cup of Earl Teal?