At 5:45 am this morning, there was a knock at my door.
Seriously! Who does that shit?
My sister, of course.
She hands me a white plastic bag. A rather large one at that.
“Here’s your heads,” she says.
“Oh yeah,” I says, remembering a conversation I had with my mother regarding heads.
So…yeah…it’s not quite 8 Heads in a Duffel Bag, but I do have three.