"Inside every lawyer is the wreck of a poet." - Clarence Darrow
The Bantwagon is here, rolling on four ramshackle wheels made of chipped polyurethane discs, two cracked dowel-rod axels, and hitting speed as we wildly hop suburban curbs before crashing into your mom's favorite rosebush in the front yard. This isn't revolutionary and it isn't new, but it's all heart and tough as day old jelly donuts to boot.
Who knows what the future has in store for this little corner of these multidimensional intertubes; I sure as hell don't, but I like it.
Word.
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