It don’t take no dental doctorate to detect there is something very wrong with this picture.

Ow. Tomorrow afternoon, three o’clock, me and the doc and much valium and halcion will take this little beast on and battle to the death.

Remember me.

If this is the last post I ever make, please recall with fondness how much all the ITF constituents mean to me. You’ve been shining beacons in stormy nights, cool breezes on scorching days, tall glasses of peach iced tea in barren deserts, reaffirming friends in troubling moments, burden-sharers in times of affliction, and co-rejoicers in periods of victory.

My triumphant return in this new skirmish will stand as a testament to the support I feel from all of you!