No more perusing the closet to make sure the selection of shirt matches the slacks matches the sox matches the belt matches the shoes...
No more quick check of the ashtray for loose change to see if get "nuff to buy gas"
Nope.
There is nowhere to go...nothing to do... no one to see...
It's all quiet once the sun goes down.
Once that last person is done with the shaka at the end of Joe Moore's 6 o'clock report, just finish eating and mail it in.
Last one in get the lights, eh?
