I watched this when it was first posted this morningand just woke up. When I queed this up and hit play, I poured a stiff whiskey on ice and at first I cried. I hit pause and fixed another drink. I laughed and then wept and shouted THWG at my dog who looked at me like "WTF,bro?". I hit pause again and freshened up the drink. More cursing, weeping and slobbering. I opened up another window on my computer and started listening to IAARRFGT and UWTWAG on Youtube. The next 4 drinks were whiskey clear, unadulterated with neither ice nor bourbon. I had this press conference thing playing continuously on a loop while I thumbed through my 1990 Citrus Bowl program. I don't recall anything after that except for being asked to leave the WaHo sometime after lunch by Officer O'Grady. How did the stitches get there? I neither know nor care. The "I love the Yellow Jackets, how about you" tattoo sleeve on my right arm? I am comfortable that my wife will get used to it. The #2 guard on the clippers CBK haircut Darlene at the WaHo gave me? Priceless. Even though I think she got syrup in my hair. I haven't been this happy nor excited since I got the Schwinn bicycle with the banana seat and the high rise handle bars on my 8th birthday. Even though it was later repossessed due to Dad's "vacation with the state" as Mom called it. For those first two months life could not have been any better as I pedalled that bad boy with impunity through my trailer park as if I were a boss.
