Yeah you tell yourself that buddy. Because apparently you don't know Tiny. Or apparently Tiny hasn't heard your song.
Here today we find ourselves back at this place. We were just here a few months ago (but I can't for the life of me find the post).
Beads everywhere. Not once. Not twice. But three times. I call it trust. Others might call (me) just plain stoopid. Whatever it is, it's a big colourful mess.