Even those of us with ah herculean appetites for the diverse and the bizarre. Even those of us who ah, who've shown an aptitude to ah..to aaaaaahhh..fight the good fight, and stay the good long battle. Even those of us can get tired. And your boy is tired after thirty consecutive nights...I'm a pro. That's what pros do. I'm a PRO-fessional. Look it up in the book.
Oh-kay..That's what we do, we're pros. We're never rude, and we don't cop out. We don't tell you that we're ill, or that we're looking for the farmhouse in the middle of the desert, or that we're parched. We don't tell you that maybe the check didn't come through this month, or where the hell does it go anyway, if you're a guy who's left 16 forwarding addresses. Oh-kay. The club? No, don't worry about the club, worry about maybe..JACKY might worry..NAH, don't worry. Okay, just cool it..Life is a breeze. 'Course some breezes, as you know, are a hundred and ten miles an hour and get promoted up to hurricanes, I just thought I'd pass that along.