(The exciting conclusion to the Infirmary Diary of March ’09) Well, just when you thought it was going to be a smooth, dry run at Vandy (I’ll spare you the comparison I came up with for that), like a stuttering Emeril – BAM, out of nowhere I commenced to get my seize on. It popped [...]
(The second to last entry from my infirmary diary, circa March ’09. Tune in tomorrow morning for the finale, which includes a twist that Chubby Checker couldn’t even pull off) Allegedly I’m getting paroled between 9 and 10 tomorrow morning. It appears as though the final score in Mental March Madness ’09 is going to [...]
(I actually have some new material ready for publication, but Silky has asked that I finish what he’s since dubbed the “’09 Infirmary Diaries” – and unlike Rick Dees, I can never turn down a request) I’m totally free of the loon juice, and I’ve been dancing less than BB King lately. The tornaders were [...]
(Silky just sent me an expletive-filled text message saying that he is experiencing difficulties of a technical nature with his interwebs. Since I am in the midst of some new material that is not yet fit to publish, guess what time it is? That’s right, it’s time to reach back into the archives for assistance [...]
