This reminds me of a friend of mine. Coulda posed for this one. He's a real nice guy - uh, when he's sober. Z
Sidney, it's Pickles. We can't reach you on your phone. R.Paul sent you and email. We hope to see you tomorrow.
Hi Pickles I left my phone at the Chinese pick-up. They're swell folks, and held it for me. Yeah I'll stumble over on Saturday hope there's cider.
Oh so you know Santa too. Yeah he's a swell guy when he's off the sauce. Otherwise what a bastard. The lunatic wanders around in his underwear cursing gawd, and the Marines all day. That is when he ain't picking fights with them Hell's Angels maniacs. It's a wonder he actually makes all his rounds on his big night. Aw well Merry Christmas my old friend.
So glad you answered after Pickles Sidney. I was afraid you were having another one of your hospital misadventures from hell. It's great to not be puking your guts out en route to the ER, as I can attest from experience. Z
'Haven't had a puking binge for nearly a month. So far so good. I'm having a stretch of okay days...note not 'good', but okay. I can certainly live with that!I made it over to Pickles for the "Annual Trouble Makers Do".This is a gathering of friends, and assorted comrades from the circle of folks currently or formerly associated with a certain demented public radio station.Pickles made a cake put up a swell tree, and another dear friend brought assorted goodies including his famed special made Chicken wings. We had a swell time...in fact I just go back.Stay Tuned.