The bar

I need help. I love the pub. There are epople there that I would not give up for the world. Biff and I are planning on Burning Man this next year. We haveplans for an art car and everything. If you want to go, talk to me. We are planning on making a flaming-baby-doll-head cannon as our main attraction. Now, granted...Biff is 55, but age is all relative.

Now, on to my help-needing situation. Laura. She worked last night and Biff asked her how I was. her exact words were "Well, I don't know". He left it at that. Should I write her a letter, or call her again? Or shoud I let it go. I mean...I still wanna know. And last I checked, I cared for her deeply. But the past week has made things weird.

OK, I Better go. This is bound to be another boozed-up banter. I would hate to get into more song yrics with you all. Like "all" means more than 2!!!!. Anyway, I love it all. THings are going ood places. I know it. Talk to you all soon!

-Ickie Dickie