The Tag: Part 4
Man, every time these guys get together this happens.
Do not let the fact that I drew Hare's skull too small fool you. Allow me to paraphrase Dickens for a moment.
"There is no doubt that Hare is dead. This must be distinctly understood, or nothing wonderful can come of the story I am going to relate. If we were not perfectly convinced that Hamlet's Father died before the play began, there would be nothing more remarkable in his taking a stroll at night, in an easterly wind, upon his own ramparts, than there would be in any other middle-aged gentleman rashly turning out after dark in a breezy spot -- say Saint Paul's Churchyard for instance -- literally to astonish his son's weak mind."
Sorry for the late post. For the last week I have not so much as slept, as I have spent every waking moment of the day doing one of the least awesome things you could ever do, and every moment during the night doing one of the most awesome things you can do.
For those wondering: one of the least awesome things you can do is apartment-hunting in India.
One of the most awesome things you can do is to convince the world's largest financial institution to orchestrate a coverage plan that effects representatives on multiple continents to allow for time off for an entire department so that you can spend a week teaching them how to be ninjas.