Get out of this place.

Butters has made himself quite at home around here. Although, Liz and I have taken to calling him Bones instead of Butters on account of him throwing his legbones into our backs while we sleep. Bones especially likes when I bring home a to-go box from the restaurant filled with leftover meat scraps. Or, if I come home from school with things…maybe a W-2 that he could chew up…doesn’t matter, Bones is happy. Dammit.

New Orleans, Louisiana. 1.25.2012.