Today, my car died approximately eighty yards from my office door. It cost $400 bucks to fix the thing. I am now in debt up to my eyeballs due to taxes, tickets and car costs. But you don't want to hear about that. You've got your own problems.
The Cardinals won yesterday. The game wasn‘t that great but a win is a win and some of the young kids looked good. You probably don't want to hear about that either though. You've got your own teams or a total disdain for sports. And I can respect that.
My girlfriend made a funny joke about me being a lazy lover because I pulled a muscle while she sat on top and did all the work. But I can't write about her without getting into trouble. So you're not gonna hear anymore about that. No matter how much you want to.
Reader and friend Kevin will soon be setting up a chat room/forum type thing so I can communicate directly with you (there are other options like photo and video, too?I'm not really sure). I'd let you hear more about that, but that's all I know.
My weekend was very eventful, but you can't hear about that because the lawyer told me to keep my mouth shut pending trial outcome.
PIC's Xavier Holland and I exchanged emails about what the Knicks are gonna do about Zeke Thomas now that they have Donnie Walsh running their incompetent show. Holland wrote the following joke about it:
“Isiah will stay with the Knicks as Director of Human Services, specializing in harassment.
“It won't mean what he'll think it will.”
You probably could get that kind of humor from him, but there's not much else I can write about today.
Because today sucks. And you don't want to hear about it.
You probably could be reading my column right now, but Court's drunk in Key Biscayne and doesn‘t feel like working while drunk (which is odd because that's how he does it in Atlanta). So you can't read my column yet either.
Which begs the question, what the hell are you doing on this site?
Seriously, it's a beautiful day outside. Mama thinks you need to go play spin the bottle with some of the hookers from the third floor.
In addition to herpes, they have cocaine.