One thing I left out

of my last post. Is that I have a bag. Inside this bag is a cat. That cat needs to be let out.

Tomorrow the Whiskey Monologues is coming to New York City, a one night only, limited engagement, and presumably we will ride or die. But seriously, folks. I either expect to be dead on Wednesday or totally stoked on life, and probably broke.

There may be pictures, or it may be a story I won’t be able to tell.