You may or may not be glad to know that I've only a few more pages left in the 3 by 5.75 inch notepad. As such, here's a couple more suspects for the existential line-up. How many of us are silent singers, so wanting to prove ourselves, to step ahead of the crowd but, alas, too timid to do so? And then finding ourselves bent or crooked as a result of our inaction? It certainly warrants a thought or two. I used my inexpensive gel pen from the dollar store, per usual. Here's some of that unbent and not so silent Original Jones Art as it warbles forth in that tumultuous metro area known as Austin, Texas. Alas!