blood_on_the_moon Rhin and i can't find my tigers eye. maybe i dropped it into a puddle, and the ice fisherman plucked it out. maybe i left it nestled in the folds, of my yellow bulldog sheets. maybe it's still wedged into the trunk of my willow tree. maybe, it's in my purple prowler. maybe, just maybe, it's in the hands of my doppleganger. tonight is one of those nights, that is going to be most likely to suck. 001113 what's it to you? who go blather from