It's cold tonight.
Even the daylight has began to fade. The world is growing darker and more desolate. Inside, I think i'm dying…but I must live on. I mean, if I die now, I may not live long enough to make fun of Amp'd Mobile…
I admit I have logged in bit, but communication is sparse out here 25 miles west of New Orleans…in the middle of NOWHERE. In fact, this house is built on an ancient indian burial ground…probably. I'm just saying that if this village were any more remote, it would have its own flag. Such is where I have been for nigh a week (i keep telling myself that I should do it out of love for my family – lies, I tell you! LIES!), but tomorrow begins the next leg of the journey home – that and a lavish celebration at a Disney Resort in Orlando…
As the New Year approaches, I approach the return to New Orleans. In the meantime, I just want to wish all of our PIC readers a Happy New Year. We, the ‘Tribe de Orleans,' are migrating back to our native debauchery so stay tuned for some actual recapping of the 4 month+ journey back. I've saved the storytelling for the triumphant return to home, the House of the Rising Sun (the non-Japanese version). I'll be on the road, partying, seeing more friends, and celebrating through January 7 thanks to my good friend, Mr. Ben Collinsworth. Just think, this is just the pregame. The full-fledge celebration begins January 14, and I promise to keep all informed. Black by popular demand, it's the return of Mike T…and potable water. Ah, it's good to be closer to home – it'll be better to be back for good. Happy New Year, everyone!