This mesage is to the hottest day of the year, July 22nd from yours truly. I sure hope you are listening. I am burning up in here. I'm sweating to the point that my forehead can start leasing itself out as waterfront property... Starting price 24 a month...

Can you give a brother a break. It doesn't help that you caught me on a work day either. I am stuck sitting in a truck; breathing the stale air of a 7 ft. ceiling and a 2 1/2 ft. hallway. You have left me yearning for air conditioning and a BIG GULP in my left hand. So, once again, can we take a rain check and come back next time I'm at the beach?

Sincerely,
Abstract Greene