Leaving New York

I have no business posting this right now. My Communicar arrives in seven hours. My flight leaves in nine. And yet, my bag remains unpacked, my load of fresh laundry remains in its duffel, and the only thing that’s made right now is my bed. I am ambivilent, for some reason, about the whole thing…

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Borough Of Bad Decisions, Part II

The Smith Family made me do it. Nah, I behaved. I mean, kinda’. No whiskey river. No car service. Home by, well, 1:30. My new rule is that when Scotty ‘Booty Call’ Cunningham leaves a gig, that’s my two minute warning. Two hours later, Heather (link! link! link!) and I were waiting for our respective…

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