As i look to the sky, i see the ever familiar sight of those winged “V’s” head south. time to follow suit. I can’t wait to get a splash of sun on my pasty skin. in the attempts to avoid the other lycra-clad migratory fowl, i’ll be shacking up alone with Creed, where we will attempt to bring our relationship close to level that of brad huff / mike friedman. maybe not…..

i’ll give you some draw-ring soon….

later, i gotta pack