Notes from the Corridors of Power: Gone with the wind

By • Mar 3rd, 2011 • Category: In The News

So there I was, chilling at my desk, when someone went and raised dust. I was looking outside thinking, “Man, I hope my clothes are safe” when something caught my eye; my pal that happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.  He was signalling me, asking me to come down, apparently he had something for me…



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