Gott-
dammit if I'm not up at 3:45 in the emmin-effin A.M. again, watchin' Nick at Nite. Well, not exactly watching right now; I cannot abide by
Wings. Now,
Three's Company -- dasswutahmtawkinbout, yo. I can wholeheartedly relate to comic misunderstandings.
This is all a leftover from full-time gigging. Sadly, I am neither drunk nor just returning from either the White Castle or The Egg Splatter. Not much of gigging, drinking, sliding or splattering these days, not a-tall.
In any event, I'd better get a life soon. Ooh, maybe there's one for sale on eBay...
Holla.
