Sunday Morning Nip

Olivia Wigglebothum is not nearly so mournful as Johnny Cash.

But she is well on her way to being stoned. (Also, no matter what, my phone insists that these photos are not upside down. So, yeah, there’s carpet on the ceiling.)

“On a Sunday morning sidewalk,I’m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.

‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone.

And there’s nothing short a’ dying

That’s half as lonesome as the sound

Of the sleeping city sidewalk

And Sunday morning coming down.”

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