Leftward bound

Well kids, I am just about out of here. I don’t know what opportunities there will be for updates from the field so if I vanish off the face of the earth for a week, no worries. If I vanish off the face of the earth for two weeks, however, you will know that my non-stop, heavily fueled, cross country flight was targeted by Homicidal Wing-Nuts for Allah ™ and I am a tiny cinder roasting in the bottom of some pit presumably in western Maryland. Either way, it’ll be fun.

Here’s hoping the incessant salesman speechifying doesn’t so disgust me that I retreat to the hotel bar in the hopes of getting mind-blowingly inebriated thus enabling me to ignore the multitude of shiny pants, tassled loafers wearing morons surrounding me. I’d much rather take a walk through the city and find some aging hippie to beat with a crowbar.

Mmmmm, dead hippies. Go on ye over-aged bugger! Join your friends Uncle Ho and Uncle Saddam in the sweet embrace of death! Hooray!