I can think of no better way, no better way in the world, to begin a beautiful, 20 degrees above normal, blue bird sky, January Saturday morning than a crack head serenade. Can you? Before the sun was up this gorgeous day, at 06:45 CST, I heard from Division Street the most beautiful cacophony emanating from a joyous crack head who awoke early from his slumber to greet the sun. Or perhaps he was lamenting the retreat of the moon as it signaled an end to the night's revelry. Whatever the case, our family thanks you, Carl Crack, for allowing us to begin our day enjoying your celebratory song. May January 7, 2012, bring unto you all your heart desires. I will assume it desires more crack, and we hope you acquire that crack without enduring any pistol-whippings, sex-acts, theft, bloodshed, or police pat-downs. God speed good sir!
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