In the evening, Jessika and I went on a long walk to track down a six pack of 12 ounce Mickey's Big Mouths. It was her idea; she has a nostalgic fondness for that particular brew; she and I used to drink it all the time in the post-Big Fun days. But we couldn't find it at any of the three nearby convenience stores. I guess most people want those 32 ounce bottles, even though drinking out of such large bottles always means that the last quarter of the bottle is vaguely disgusting with warm flatness.

On the way back from the farthest store, the Fontaine Street Amoco, we searched through a number of dumpsters. In the process Jessika scored a case of used restaurant candles (complete with red glass enclosures). We discovered a stuffed animal factory near the Old Dominion Chicken place, but its dumpster only contained one critter, a big purple mouse bleeding white styrofoam blood from a gash in its neck.

Morgan Anarchy came over again in the evening, but he didn't do anything especially interesting.

Thanks to all the people who wrote kind email regarding my experience on the 21st.