So...I'm Back

fellas,

back from the recently tamed west. however, i wont bore you, my loyal readers, with the taudry details of crazy studio city poker parties, monster jaegger bomb-fueled games of putt-putt, or the two terrorists who picked me up at LAX and took me straight to a dinner of CURRY HOUSE. CURRY HOUSE on a stomach of jet-lag and airport coffee? talk about a jap play.

i did take a leisurely drive through topanga canyon, which emptied grandpa kerr into the pacific ocean daily whilst the old man still called WoHi home. tom connors was the wheelman, wade rouse was the token backseat 'white as a ghost' passenger, and i was just happy to be in a car with tom and not have my manhood violated. my boyhood? now thats another matter entirely.

thursday concluded with cards, coke, solid flavor injectors, and a case of PGD. you tell me, who was out of line?