Crap.

That's it. I'm off. Holiday time at last. Hoping to catch a few gigs in San Fran and Vegas in between eating my own bodyweight in dead cattle and crustaceans, downing liquor and squandering at least $5 on the 'craps' tables. I can honestly say I have no idea what a 'craps' table is and don't really want to know until I get there. Then I will stride up purposefully with as much bluster as I can summon up and ask for $5 worth of crap that I will gamble on more 'crap'. And I will win. And I will build a house of 'crap', with 'crap' furniture and a 'crap' pool. I will drive a 'crap' car, get a 'crap' dog and dress from head to foot in 'crap'. In fact...I will become the king of 'crap'. Hmmm...no change there then.

See you on the other side.