what a day
first my wife finds a dead janitor in the parking lot.
Then I leave work and find a body in a pool of blood at the exit of my workplace, thank god he was breathing.
Then after an overtime shift on VD I come home to hear my step mom has emhysema.
There is only one recourse...
Wayne Newton, Mr Las Vegas.
Thank you Ribbonspeakers.net
Hey, how 'bout Sinatra, "Live In Las Vegas" at the Sands......a nice bookend to Wayne.....
Sorry to hear about the bodies & all the other stuff going down, especially the emphysema .....you should write a blues song, just humm it in your head....."Too many bodies going down...in tha city tonight...." or somethin like that....
Think about being on the Sunday Morning Ride on a clear day, Nicky Hayden decided to show up & do it just for the fun of it (not that he ever is actually stupid enough to ride on the street)...& he's on an RCV1 w/ lights & a license plate, & of course you know the road so much better than him that you beat him to the Stinson Beach lookout by about 3 minutes....in fact you slow down 2 or 3 times to let him pass you just so you can enjoy swooshing by him....you are on your second cigarette (not saying what kind) by the time you hear his bike's computerized anti-lock compression release kick on for the final right hander before the Stinson lookout...................ooooh yeah, it feels good beating Nicky.....
