Sometimes, theres wisdom in lemonade

It's a bitter taste, when you've just watched a 15 year old defend their abusing of Walmart sleep aid. Yet, this is the admittedly, indecent charm of the VF lobby. A congregational service, in which all members, tall or small, dull or exciting have a go at each other. Think of it as the ultimate ironic space, where rules of grammar, and social decency are as apparent as my sexual attraction. So I digress, we'll talk of a one off experience with a rather excitable figure. This is the tale of Wallace Somebody, a man who defied logic and creed, intelligence and sarcasm, he was a God. Wallace came upon us like poverty in Ghana, striding in like a funeral procession through a soup kitchen. We were all bedazzled by his tales of vampire/werewolf/bat/demon origin, and thus sought to become learned in his ways. Unfortunately for us, his were gifts not able to be attained by the likes of functioning members of society. And thus he left us, confused, bewildered, and lamenting as to how someone could be so stupid. It's as if there was a life lesson to be learned, but we only cheated ourselves.