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Saturday night my four year old son troops home after a night of scoring high-fives and burger bites outside the Mollusk shop after the Fish Fry surfy with a nap-sack full of stickers Bubbie had bribely gifted him as the carrot to get him away from the fragile stuff and I notice this one sticker pronouncing "Desillusion." Now, I have been rightly accused of many things, narcissism, myopia, ignorance and naivete being but a few among the multitude, and I seem to be on that side of the Euro again. Well, so it goes. We can't win them all. An interesting place with lots of current-y looking stuff. Click on the pic.