But I digress.

With Chris & family, at Caspers Wilderness Park. It’s really far from the house, too.

So if I don’t post for like four or five nine or ten days, that means we’ve been eaten by bears or jackals or…something.

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It’s complicated. I’ll explain later.

At least someone’s speaking up.

Five sake bombs.

I will hurt tomorrow.

I done did write something political-like, over here.

Enjoy.

I’ve said for years that the one “let’s get back together and make an asspot of money” band that I would pay—and likely pay dearly—to see would be The Police.

But Sting’s dead. Well, to me, at least:

New York City is…