i was awake but still laying in bed this morning trying to grasp the wisps of dreams that were quickly evaporating away from me when three loud knocks landed on my door. they had an odd quality to them and i heard warm voices chatting, sounded like my friends or family. by the time i got downstairs, they were gone and had wedged this pamphlet between my door jamb. the comparison to adam carolla was instantaneous, my mind still can't see anything else.
jehovah's witness flyer on my door
cover art for adam carolla show
the great seated prophet