Aardvark Avarice reminds me of something my Uncle Tony said, if I had an Uncle Tony. “What did I step in now?” It’s like something gooey and sticky on the bottom of your shoe. Maybe embedded between the treads, smelling like an overworked diaper left in the August sun, and then when you get in the car, it’s all over the carpet, deep in the fibers. You pull into a gas station, put the change in the car vac, and take out the hose wondering, what am I going to do with this, but you don’t have any other options. That’s Aardvark Avarice.
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