Parfois, je peux voir à l'avance (Sometimes I can see ahead of time)

Las Vegas, 2003

I called “Don’t Stop Believin’” as a future touch point song, in an ironic sense.
Four years later, the night The Sopranos ended, I got at least 50 phone calls.

Ask Bob. He was my roommate that year at the Flamingo.

I wanted to stay at Bellagio, but $300 a night was too much for the rest of the crew.
Why do I raise this issue? Because it’s going to be an odd number year, which means I’m going to be in Vegas for awhile. I’m planning it now because I might not get to do it again.

I have no predictions forthcoming.

Why?

I’ll tell you why. Because I ate bad Thai food last night. Gave me nightmares. I ordered a beef and pepper dish. I got brown goat labia and lettuce. The lettuce tasted horrible.

La laitue goûté horrible!!!!