It's A Wide Old World of Wildness

I lost four games of poker tonight, and came in second on the last game. Forty bucks down the drain.

I drank most of a fifth of tequila over eight hours of poker and drove home.

I think I wanted to write something about true love, but I think the smarter part of me is telling me to go find a hole and a hacksaw and get to work about shtuff like that. This is a clean Web site, or something, and true love is only slightly below "airport sceening" on the animal waste scale.

I'm posted. You've got to be thrilled. I know, I am.