I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in...

The Dude has not been in.

Since I have returned home, I have, quite simply, been awash in a sea of work, friends, fun, and a White Russian or two. I make a mean Caucasian, Jackie.

This the most surreal year of my life. I'm stupified. Emotionally drained, man. At least it's an ethos.

I don't have much to say. Lotta things going on, lotta strands in the ol' Duder's head.

Some parts of this year have been a natural, zesty enterprise.

Some parts I entered a World of Pain. (Bereavement doesn't make us saps.)

Some parts, I won't say I was a hero... 'cause what's a hero?

Some parts we were looking for any promising leads.

Some parts they had us working in shifts.

Some parts peed on my fucking rug.

They peed on my fucking rug.

That's right, Dude... they peed on your fucking rug.

That rug really tied the room together, DID IT NOT.

Strikes and gutters, ups and downs. I guess that's just how the whole human comedy just keeps perpetuating itself.

My thinking about the case had been very uptight, but I see things clearer now.

A few more Caucasians should take care of that, though.

I'm just going to take this month on the blog after my long hiatus and post pics and stuff from this year. This really, surreal year.

Look in the review mirror. 2010. Look at the windshield. 2011.

I might have something to say on THE LEEBO SHOW later. I might not.

Just... take it easy, man.

I think I'll take it easy, too.

For all us sinners.

I don't know about you, but I take comfort in that.