Giving Up Would Be Too Easy

There was a knock at the door on friday morning around ten am. I didn't answer. a few minutes later I crack the door open to look around...and a tube slides down onto my feet. It was the package the mailman stuck between my screen door/front door. My package from the one and only Zach Hobbs has been delivered. I ordered one silkscreened poster from him for my mother (George Jones) and he slipped in a few extras. The generosity of the poster community is unmeasurable. It seriously made my day. I needed that. Thank you Mr. Hobbs. This is my loot! He did this poster for a George Jones concert...unfortunately George fell sick and the show was cancelled. The show that never happened.

He gave me a fucking Smoking Popes poster!
I would kiss him on the face or wash his car or something.