Hello, I must be going.....

In the words of that great Sage, Bruce Nessler, Greetings and Hallucinations.

The Leeman’s back in town for some quick R+R. Been a strange couple of weeks in South Florida.

I stayed on the beach last weekend and watched the Dolphins suck. Man, what an awful game. Shit on every side of the ball. They looked like the Bucs back in the day of Jack Thompson.

(Figure JT-14 - They called him “The Throwin’ Samoan”. Then they threw him off the team.)

And to make matters worse, they play Peyton Manning and the Colts Monday night. But to make matters best, I’ll be there. I have secured a ticket to the game. Game on.

Been a strange one in Miami. Especially the last couple of days.

Leebo went to Coconut Grove one night. Got in later than usual.

So... at around 5:30am in the morning, the fire alarms go off at the Hampton Inn. And they are LOUD and SHRILL.

I bound from the bed, rip the smoke alarm off the wall and the noise is still happening. It burrows into my brain and every synapse is crying out in massive amounts of shirll, unadulterated PAIN.

I grab only the essentials...my laptop, my comics and my third season episodes of THE WILD, WILD WEST.... I leave behind unnecessary things like my wallet, clothes and car keys... and head for the lobby.

Me and many others (It's a 5 story building) all congregate in the lobby in our skivvies. It's nice to see that someone else is wearing Superman pajama bottoms.

So, false alarm, eveyone go back to your rooms, people.

I go back to my room, lay down, close my eyes... and my alarm clock goes off.

Not a good morning.

Work was less than fun as well. Stress.

Then Mike Guerdon gets the brilliant but cancelled idea to go to Bayside in Miami. I head on the Dolphins Expressway and miss the turn BECAUSE OF TRAFFIC and then wind up in Miami Beach and then find my way to Bayside only too start stressing because the Creed reunion concert is next door and I miss the parking garage because of TRAFFIC and I’m fucking stressing the whole time because of TRAFFIC, I’m sitting in my car going nowhere along with 50,000 other people, then I finally park and meet Grudly Mankinko for a steak and a beer and we have a few beers and a few laughs, we make fun of Robert Plant’s penis, based on a previous blog I wrote, (BTW, Robert Plant calls it Led Zeppelin Jr. His penis, I mean. Not Mike.), we make fun of a dancing baldie, and then the concert lets out and I’m stuck in TRAFFIC and don’t get home until almost 1am.

The preceding paragraph illustrates what life is like with Mike Guerdon. He’s a gock.

So, now I have lazed at home all day Saturday, which was most welcome. Tomorrow I get up at 4am and drive back down to Miami and do it all over again.

My life is really strange.

But it’s a living.
And good things are on the horizon.

Besides, I love being able to throw in an obscure Jack Thompson reference. Aloha!