Alright, I know I said farewell a few days ago but I'm in Austin and there isn't jack on the tube and so here I am at 1:30am! Austin kicks butt ( whats new right Weatherman1956? ). Anyhow I found myself at an art show of some sort and as we were leaving there was a frizzled-haired post 60's double nutball handing out " Stop the war now! " signs. I asked if he ever tried selling those things in Afghanistan. Sure enough I hear all of this mumbling from the dope and so I started whistling that tune form that movie called the River ( whatever....it's a 60's film ). The funny thing is I whistled that real " round up the horses " kind of way. You had to be there. I think I busted and eardrum.

In Austin the difference between a dope dealer and a prostitute...

is that the prostitute...

she can clean her crack and sell it again.