I am solo. I am wild and free. Whatever is happening, is happening.
Da plane is late! DA PLANE! Maybe like 6:30PM? Because Los Amigos is so darn fast we’d have to drink our weight in margaritas and then we’d be out of for the night. Hey, where is Tree? I got him some exotic Canadian candy….
I am about to head in the direction of the Amigos. Have cellular telephone in case I need to be reached.
JK. I’ll change and get my ass in gear. Which is quite obviously, a change.