Huns, the lot of you. Gangin' up on a poor, defenseless, barefooted farm boy from Michigan. Hell, I get nervous around curb & gutter and traffic lights. All you city folks just don't act right, trying to take advantage of naieve folks like meself. And I will be sleeping with one eye open to guard against the felonius tendencies of Jeri, Dani, Janie, Annie, and the evil Sinsull (who I am sure doesn't snore, but I am not sure what that is she is doing). All I can tell you is that we had a whole herd of animals outside the door in the morning, all looking hungry.

Just a couple of days now, friends.

Mick