Can't believe I really used to have a crush on Patty Smyth. Oh well. You get the dark and dirty tales at 3 AM.
Less than eight hours til I leave the house, really for good. So many memories. I am awash. In reality I stink and need a shower. Oh well. You do the best you can. In the immortal words of Jimmy Hendrix- "Good-bye everybody." I'll talk to you from my Safe European Home.
Many well wishers stopped by and then they had a gathering over at Gabby and Volker's. I got a LaSalle Men's club t-shirt that says El Presidente. And a pair of Coors Light Boxers. My only new pair of boxers! Oh the joy, the elation. Good-bye friends. Good-bye North America. Lick my balls, W Bush.
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