After looking into legendary games of Weddingball, Matt peers
into the heavens to find Mr. Holiday of
My Worst Holiday. Matt rambles, nothing is gained, your lottery
numbers are 4, 33, 7/9, $2.88.
The abstract wrapped in a used paper napkin which, if you dare to sniff it, will probably make you laugh. Matt Hocker dives into the moldy crust of the reality, shaving it into the salad of life.
This is a comedy. Maybe. Hopefully.
