Yeah. And that suggests to me that you are sure no badass, Rap. Matter of fact, you probably spend yer time knittin' little doilies and givin' a shriek of panic when a mouse runs across the floor, don'tcha?

I am worried about Amos. He's been silent too long. I am thinkin' he's probably too proud to beg for a place to stay and is maybe perched right now on some high window ledge and contemplatin' endin' it all rather than takin' advantage of my kind generosity. Don't do it, Amos. I got the couch all cleared off, I vacuumed up the cigar ashes and fluffed the pillows. I got in a case of amaretto-flavored latte' drinks and some copies of "The New Republic" and "The Progressive" just to make you feel "at home". You can stay till you get back on yer feet again or till I get fed up with you...whichever comes first.

- Chongo

p.s. No bullshit about Chinga or your ass is out the door!