Shouting Out

Having posted my reflections on this lost baseball season, remembered the late great J. Garcia, and added a nugget or two to the ridiculously hysterical (and still forthcoming) post regarding my Panic tour stops at Cincy and Indy, I now must run out the door to the Cubby Bear to hear a Dead cover band and, in all likelihood, get really fucking shithoused. Barring unforseen fantasticness, there's unlikely be a post of it tomorrow, but I just thought you'd like to know that I'm alive, kicking, and having a grand ole time of it.

Suck me beautiful.