p.s. Alright, Daddy, if you’re reading this, remember two things… One, at the stroke of 10pm, HunkyDory’s bedroom turns into a 1950s black and white sitcom complete with two twin beds with pajamas laid out on them. Full top and bottom on His and a long flannel nightgown that buttons up to the adam’s apple on Hers. And Two, the fact that my sense of humor has such a desert-dry sarcastic quality to it is all your fault. Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude. But be careful you don’t wipe out on those crushed candy conversation hearts all over the ground.