From the Mind of Trevor Stone

I visited my family this weekend in part because my birthday is on Wednesday. My mom gave me a natal chart made by a friend back before you could do astrology on a computer. I don't know anything substantive about astrology, nor do I take any guidance from it. But there's something aesthetically pleasing about the layout of my chart. If you dig astrology, let me know if this provides any insights into my personality.

There was also a page (unrelated) with a few lines typewritten in all capitals.
AFTER TREADING TRIUMPHANTLY THROUGH
TRAFALGAR,
TRICKY TROUBADOUR TREVOR
TRIED TRESPASSING  INTO TROUBLED
TRIPOLI.

TRA-LA TRA-LA TRA-LA

I'm pretty sure I didn't write that; even with my gifts as a youthful geographer, I didn't know where Trafalgar is until I switched from playing on typewriters to playing on computers. My dad could have written it. Maybe Paul wrote it...

Since I was born in late September, I wonder if I could get a job standing behind women and holing their breasts up. I could work under the trade name l'Bra.