solisis

It is spoken. I have informed the colleagues of my immediate removal from this obvious bane of my existence. 3 1/2 weeks. I go!

The only token I shall miss is my grand piano. I had to sell it to leave no anchors. I win tucson...I WIN! To the victor goes the spoils and to you, oh city of much waste and depression, goes the solumn, stern grace of my middle finger held with the mirth of a child. I am born again. I am free.

Let us all rejoice in the splendor of victory! This round's on me