Yeah, but I was relatively flush at the time. (Which in itself is kinda ironic: "I'm making money finally! Time to join the socialists!")

"Lesson two: gently place the balls in the mouth and HUMMMMMMMMMM"

I was a member a few years ago, actually. I haven't sent them any money recently, though, so I expect it's lapsed.

Nothing's illegal in Nevada.

"He use teeth, Mitch?"
"Yep. Little prick. I told him. He didn't listen."

I'm actually tempted to join the American Communist Party, so when I get called that I can just flash my card and go, "Yeah, and?"

Considering Tucker Carlson would probably blow Ronald Reagan even now, this is unsettling. We're never gonna be rid of this dolt.

I like you, PT. I don't really have much social media presence, but if this is really it for you (me, too, maybe, who the hell knows) I'll drop you a note once in a while.

I laughed.

Yeah, fucked me right up.

Not in the mood for a big valediction or lamentation, but goddamn, have I been around here for a good long time. When I started reading - just after commenting started - I was scared shitless to say anything. I thought Prison Wine would do something nefarious.

INITIATE DESTRUCT SEQUENCE

It was fine here until about fifteen minutes ago. Then the clouds rolled in. Of course, ten minutes ago we were at peak disc coverage.

Same here.

Same here.

I bought my little mass market copy in I think ninth grade, from my then-local bookstore. I remember I had to special order it, and when I went to pick it up I kind of got the hair eye from the woman behind the counter. I didn't say anything, but even then I remember thinking "Surely you don't think I ordered a book…

I hope Jerry Lee Lewis isn't the third. That would fuck me up.

Here's two! Also, I'd forgotten how much jogging sucks. But this whiskey sour is helping.

I'm gonna go for a jog and then have a cocktail and write a little.

Give 'em hell, PT.