Me and JD, or is it JD and Me?

Just before the war with the eskimos, sometime during De Daumier-Smith's blue period, the laughing man went to visit Uncle Wiggily in Connecticut. Down at the dinghy he met Teddy, who declared it a perfect day for bananafish. He did this for Esmé — with love and squalor. Pretty mouth and green my eyes thought Franny and Zooey, perhaps old JD's off in a place where the catcher in the rye may raise high the roofbeams carpenters and give Seymour: an introduction.

Thanks for the memories Mr. Salinger. I'm about to sit down to your books anew and try to remember how to write. Hold on Caulfield, here we come, gettin' straight delorious.

Gonna try to sleep off this Twizzler coma, most likely awakened by a red bowel movement. Happy Groundhog Day y'all...