yeah, Oldster... I noticed that you werte off yer game a little... Ya' know that you ain't had that swagger... Maybe a woman???... Maybe late nights playin' yer geetar in dives accross town... I don't know... I'm just that fly on the wall... I mean, yer grammer has slipped... Yer humor has kinda gone British... Yer temper... Well, that temper... Oh, used to be...

But nevermind that, Oldster, 'cause here's what I want you to do...

I want you to go down to the package store and get you a pint of "Absolute" Vodker... Then unscrw the cap and empty the contents into yer tummy and then when you wake up tomorrow with a bigass headache you get down on yer knees and ask the Big Guy to make you the ol' Oldster that we know and, well...

...He either will or he won't but at least you will have given it yer best shot.... Right???

That's what I do, anyway, 'cept I use shine...

B~