The poster formerly known as St Louis Mike is back. What a f***in' awful year was 2004. Unemployed 7 and half months. Two "long term" contracts terminated on a couple days notice. I didn't enjoy the time off or anything. I was miserable.
But the worm have turned, finally. Got a nice job here in Knoxville, Tennessee. Not too many soccer fans here but sooner or later I'll find 'em all. But no Chelsea fans, please. Even I don't need friends that bad.
If I play my croquet right, I could be back on my beloved island this time next year. Or maybe, just maybe, I could make the Thanksgiving bash at Rocky's in Sosua. And I promise not to be such an obnoxious drunk this time around.
Promise.
Hillbilly has lifted my spirits with an occassional email, he always seems to know just the right words to say [let's face, as close to a saint as you will meet on earth is our man Hillbilly] and Jan and Anna have done their best to stay in touch, but sometimes I just didn't answer emails because I hated giving out the same bad news.
I'm gonna take a deep public breath, blow out some cobwebs and get back to the real world. I missed a whole year almost, doing who knows what, I wish I'd had more fun.
Oh well, who's president now, anyway? Is life any better after Hipo? Could it be any worse?
OK, enough of my blather. I'm back.
Somebody get me a Santo Libre.
Quick.
chicker
But the worm have turned, finally. Got a nice job here in Knoxville, Tennessee. Not too many soccer fans here but sooner or later I'll find 'em all. But no Chelsea fans, please. Even I don't need friends that bad.
If I play my croquet right, I could be back on my beloved island this time next year. Or maybe, just maybe, I could make the Thanksgiving bash at Rocky's in Sosua. And I promise not to be such an obnoxious drunk this time around.
Promise.
Hillbilly has lifted my spirits with an occassional email, he always seems to know just the right words to say [let's face, as close to a saint as you will meet on earth is our man Hillbilly] and Jan and Anna have done their best to stay in touch, but sometimes I just didn't answer emails because I hated giving out the same bad news.
I'm gonna take a deep public breath, blow out some cobwebs and get back to the real world. I missed a whole year almost, doing who knows what, I wish I'd had more fun.
Oh well, who's president now, anyway? Is life any better after Hipo? Could it be any worse?
OK, enough of my blather. I'm back.
Somebody get me a Santo Libre.
Quick.
chicker