. . . so you're down on the main floor playing blackjack, and the stakes are getting high when suddenly you chance to look up, and there, right smack above your head is a half-naked fourteen-year-old girl being chased through the air by a snarling wolverine, which is suddenly locked in a death battle with two silver-painted Polacks who come swinging down from opposite balconies and meet in mid-air on the wolverine's neck . . .
i learned much about the appreciation of simple observation from the good Doctor
come on now and wrap your weary arms around the ones you love
hold tightly, don't ever let them go
you have many enemies for reasons no one's certain of
so keep close only people you can trust
beware of strangers knocking at your door
old lovers too
don't think for one second they've forgotten you
they've forgotten you
Well, the kidney stones have been reduced to dust and I'm poppin' Vicodin every 4 hours to avoid the pain. Life could be worse. Merry Christmas to all...