Saw Neil Gaiman's Anansi this morning.
The creative department is celebrating our copywriter's birthday today and so I went on an emergency food run with a co-worker at about 8:45 this morning to a downtown grocery store. Directly in line in front of us was an older man in a lemon yellow suit, matching hat w/ feathers, cane, spats & gloves. He was purchasing Colt45 and arguing with the cashier about cigarettes.
Anansi must've gotten tired of being dead.
Anansi must've gotten tired of being dead.