E=PK squared
Suddenly, I get a fone call from Sonoma, CA. I have to break the space/time continuim to be there tomorrow and back here today. Maggie needs a date at French Laundry.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
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F*#@ maggie...you're too close to AZ to pass up. Awww....
I have a woman with whom I am infatuated with 1 mile from my front door. Why do I escape to other parts of the world and contemplate AZ? Because she...
What just happened? I am stunned. I am a little bit scared. What with your randomly passing out history, I'm hoping you didn't just randomly pass out bump your head and are lying in a pool of blood right now. WAKE UP!!!!!
Seriously...what the hell?
Assure me it isn't something I said.
Heck, just assure me you're alive.
I'm alive.
good of you to tell me. I'll call off the state troopers and FBI now.
I've had enough involvement with law enforcement over the past couple of years. Rather not have much more, though it may be inevitable. Let's just say I'm not the post popular dude in 10 sq. mile radius. At least among local cops.
Hi PK. You were in my dream last night. No worries, it wasn't gay or anything... I ran into you at some sort of hipster hotel in NYC, and was like "let's go for a beer and pizza" and you said "cool" and then for some reason, we never arrived at the bar because people kept stopping us and asking for our autograph or a photo op. I think we were both rock stars, but in different bands.
Rock on!
Joe,
Never use the phrase we "were" rock stars. We "are". Judge thus by the commotion that either happens when you enter a room or leave a scene. I don't know about you, but I put the ruption in disruption. I put the 8 in great. I put the odd in iPod. I put the reek in eureka. I put the ew in shoe. I could go on, but we'd be here awhile.
Later. Rock on,
PK
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