12-09.18 Scribe's Review
Welcome back, players. The year’s almost over. It’s almost January again, and we’ve got this Maserati rollin’ down the freeway.
It’s Sunday. Mel is delayed, then a no show for some time (sorry, fam). Yatu and Norm are good enough sports that when Mel shows, they move on as a team. Little did they know Mel was laundering.
We get right with the whiteboard. We’re in a system. We’re moving along. Everyone’s playing they’re part. We’re best friends. We’re playing. We’re drawing a house together. Because you can make believe it happens or pretend that something’s true. You can wish, or hope, or contemplate a thing you’d like to do. But until you start to do it, you will never see it through. Because the make-believe pretending just won’t do it… for you. You’ve got to to do it. Every little bit. You’ve got to do it, do it, do it, do it. And when you’re through, you’ll know who did it, ‘cause you did it. You did it. You did it.
You did it, friends. And it feels good to do things with all of you.
But we actually got the page about the Institution with some flesh.