Vestibule Longing

So we drank a couple of car bombs and then I went and shot 77 million on Sopranos. I know what you're thinking, but I swear to you, I had nothing to do with the squished peanut butter cup. That happened way before I got there.

Anyway, I don't let myself get hung up with these things anymore. It's like my new mantra, courtesy of old man Churchill: When you're going through hell, keep going. But seriously, 'what do I miss?', you ask. Ha, I miss it all brother. I miss it all.