Groovy Tunes, Sunday

[furnaceface]

Jono slogged into the music shop today, picked his way over to the register, and sort of flopped forward, mashing his face against the countertop.

//Uuuuuugh.//

It was fashion week in Milan. He was married to Hannibal Lecter.

This was the cross that Jonothon carried, really.

//I hate style.//

His life was so hard.

The stereo, feeling no sympathy at all, started playing polka.

[OOC: Open!]