and so on

Nothing like waing up to a blaring fire alarm at 6:30am with a voice telling you to evacuate the building immediately. My father went ahead and treated it like a drill and claiming "he's not going anywhere until he pisses". Some good did come of standing outside for a half hour, and that was being able to check what kind of pajamas other folks were rocking. I also had the pleasure spotting Mick Foley out there. Instead of getting Jesse Popp that autograph I knew he'd want I did what Martin Butler would have wanted and that was chant "you sold out" at the legend.


I need a vacation.