Running late, should already be packed and out the door.
In the grand tradition: Please, if something happens to me while I’m on the road, please make sure “Goodbye Stranger” by Supertramp is played at my memorial service.
Also, Evil Jim is not allowed to make a profit off of the jewelery he’s going to make out of my bones. Any profit goes to the house, dammit.
Those who get individual packets of ashes should spread them places I’ve never been. Yes, Kevin Adams of Hershey, PA, that means you should spread your packet someplace where I NEVER WENT IN LIFE. So for you, young man, it’s to spread my ashes as the Bunny Ranch in Las Vegas. Why? Because if there’s one person on earth whose sex life needed more professional help than mine …
To all those I loved, I do still love you with everything, whomever you are.
To all those I hated, neener neener blah blah blah on you.
With that, I am fully awake this time (unlike last time where I was sound asleep for at least 1/4th of the ride home), so it’s a good day to be awake and face fate.
Talk to you later.
k9