Good Friday

Well, it's Friday and all is well. Or Good. Tomorrow I leave for Madrid. Wow! So much planning and it's here. Saw the Caps tonight (last night) for about the 40th time with my buddy Jamey. Jamey sprung for killer seats at center ice in the lower level. Always good to see old friends.

sidebar: Jamey is moving to Korea in the Spring, and that could be my next stop.

The Caps won convincingly, 5 - 1 over the Habs. And we went to Austin Grille for LBJ margaritas, as we always do. I recommend the crab quesadilla quite highly. I get it every time. That'll be my last time in DC before I go. Wow. Reality hits you like a hard cold screw, flung at your head.

To anyone who reads this (Me, perverts, CIA) I love and will miss you all. The tremendous out-pouring of love you have thrown my way the last 6 weeks will never be forgotten. You're all really extraordinary folks.

And thusly, I bid you ado, my dear blogee. I go to a sweet slumber with the four-legged sleeping pill, Fripp.

Long live rock and roll! Speak to you from Madrid, I shall. Email didn't exist 15 years ago when I was in Jamaica. Nor digital cameras, nor cell phones...

Come visit.

Song of the Day-
Cocaine Blues - Johnny Cash: Live at Folsom Prison
woke up this morning
making the rounds
took a shot of cocaine
and shot my woman down

went straight home
and i went to bed
stucking that loving .44
beneath my head