[oats]

I like Witty, and I hope he's enjoying his drunkenness on or off NC. One day, I envision drinking a beer with him in an Irish pub while it softly rains outside. We'll chuckle about some random shenanigans and look out the window to see a little boy kicking a semi-inflated soccer ball down the cobble stone roads. He's wearing dirty overalls and a train conductor hat, looks like he just fell in a puddle of mud (not the band), and for some reason he's holding a stick. Witty will sigh, chug the rest of his beer, shake my hand and we'll part ways forever, never to speak of the moment again. But we'll KNOW.