crazy

Terri's story about Saint Adolph Wolfli: 

He begged me to create him. Even as I made him, I knew he was wretched in every way possible . . . I don't even remember how I found him . . . heard of him . . .

I am being forced, totally against my will, to bend the rules of bARTer Sauce.

Now, you all know how strictly I have adhered to ALL the Sauce rules in the past (1. You have to tell me a story. 2. I will never trade for an accordion.) but someone, somewhere out in cyberspace has pretty much given me no other choice.

Let me introduce you to Lynn.

"Everyone, this is Lynn."

"Lynn, this is everyone."