Little Hawk, you have been most uncharacteristically unsettled of late, and your usual spiritual tranquility has given way to ragged edges of hostility and catankerous remarks, like the edges of a stained and worn curtain blowing in and out of a window at night in a low-rent apartment. I trust you are not unwell, sir? And let me add, in the event that you are not:

Kiss my ass.


(grin).


A