Sure. We're on a Smiths kick. There's been a lot of Morrissey energy floating around. There was a sweet couple's serenade last night of How Soon Is Now? An almost-family-fieldtrip to see Los Esmiths play in East LA (the Chicano Smiths coverband). And we'd be lying if we hadn't been blasting "A Rush and a Push" at least three times a day. But it could be worse. Our homie next door has Tupac's "War Stories" on repeat at sunfall every single night. And La Señora across the street has been rocking Julio Iglesias like the motherfucker is on his last legs (he'll live forever... if there was ever an Immortal...)
In the span of four days, the pole beans went from 2" weak looking lil' nuggets on the edge of death (unlike Julio) to 13" harbingers of sorrow loaded down with 6" waxy, super sweet beans...
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