yikes

We can talk this thing out, man. There's no need to do anything drastic. Gently let go of the pin and put the grenade down, Fozzy. I know you haven't had a standup gig in six years; we can work through this. We'll get you a new agent, a good one, we promise.

No Fozzy, you've got it wrong! Gonzo isn't trying to upstage you! PUT THE GRENADE DOWN!!

*BOOM*

It's . . . horrible. There's felt and stuffing everywhere . . . look, there's part of his hat.

Well, anyhoo, how's it going! I've been working like a dog lately. My boss just sold 170,000 comics to a couple of guys starting their own comic store. Now, that's 602 boxes, each weighing 50-65 pounds apiece coming in at a minimum of 15 tons which I got to spend an evening transfering from one storage unit to another. My boss took care of me though. He gave me $100 and a really nifty machete over and above my normal wage. So now I've got food and an eight pound blade! At the home front, my brother and I have been building a new wall and closet in our basement and Jesus but it's a lot of work. Framing, anchoring, drywalling, mudding, sanding, mudding, sanding, and we haven't even put the doors or trim in yet. It'll look good after we're done though.

That's all for now. Take care and let's all have a moment for our dear, departed friend and comedian, Fozzy the Bear.