Well, you know, Vlad, I just don't know. My old lady started bitchin' at me because I wouldn't give her no lovin, so I tagged her with a lamp. And -- can you believe this -- the broad took off for Needles with a former roadie for Black Oak Arkansas! She left me! 

So, as you have undoubtedly guessed by now, I've been on a mescal/meth binge for the last couple of days ... Yesterday, somehow I ended up down at the gym with my homeboys throwin around some weights (just light stuff, you understand) and even that didn't bring me any joy. My disillusionment and pain are quite evident in a photograph one of my devoted minions took, which you can see if you visit:
http://homepages.go.com/~yailbloor/bloor.html.

I think maybe I'll give this poetry thing a shot. It would be wonderful if you could shoot me some beautiful words of inspiration from time to time. Vlad, will you be my muse?

If this doesn't work out, maybe I'll give that street fight thing you were talking about a whirl.