Tough Questions for the Easy Button, COFFEE CORNER INTERVIEWS the little red bitch.

Excerpts taken from interview conducted 1/26/06:
CC: You've been described a red pimple of kleptocracy for the underprivilaged of this country, what is your response this sentiment?
EB: Listen, I think these ideas started a couple years ago, back when no one had heard of me, and all I was doing was stealing tools from industrial construction sites, I mean, back then I still had to make a living like anyone else.
CC: Beverage?
EB: No thank you, I've been sober for twelve months now, a point I'm quite proud of, no thank you.
CC: Come on Easy Button, look at this cooler I have, stopped at the gas station and picked up ice, now I'll slowly load it bottle by bottle, looks good doesn't it...

We eventually both black out and come into consciousness only hours later, when I come to, The Easy Button is wearing a headband, blowing lines of coke on a glass coffee table, and talking to himself:

EB:I've been around this block twice now. Looking for something. A clue. I've been looking for clues and something led me back here. Yeah. So here I am. It could have been me, the one who was at Ringo's place when the shit went down. Hey. I know how it is. I've been there. We've all done bad things. We've all had those guilty feelings in our heart. I'm going to take your brain out of your head and wash it and scrub it and make it clean. I don't know. But I'm going to have to settle this. First we're going to check the hole and see what we can find. We're going to get nice and wet, and you're going to spread your legs. Oh, that's good. So you know me. You know my reputation. Thirteen inches of tough load, I don't treat you gently. That's right. I'm Brock Landers. So I'm going to be nice. So I'm going to be nice. So I'm going to be nice, I'm going to ask you one more time. Where the fuck is Ringo? I am a star. I'm a star, I'm a star, I'm a star. I am a big, bright, shining star. That's right.
CC:Huh?
EB: Oh sorry, I have to go.

COFFEE CORNER IS A FRIEND OF FOWL

And no one can say otherwise.

Goodnight Moon?

They don't give everyone a moonshot. While it has recently been popularized as a rather basic and uncomplicated process, any trip to the moon is quick to point out to you the basic difficulties in propelling your rancid meat carcass to an orbitting body millions of miles away. Now I like the moon like everyone else, I saw a very nice documentary on the moon recently on television and as the TV says I do. So consequently, in explaining the amount of toil necessary to launch for our landing target, the most important lesson to consider is the Hindenfield Process, and let's not question, speculate, nor explain the central properties of this understanding, a moon shot is difficult, and like any other trip through brambles, a bitch gon' get cut.