Like a truck hit me.

I went spelunking at Moaning Caverns in Calaveras County on Saturday. Definitely not for the claustrophobic or faint of heart. I squeezed and crawled through tiny, tiny, stuffy, damp, dark spaces surrounded by jagged rocks. Banged up my knees pretty good. Next time, I will definitely come better prepared with knee pads and stronger deltoids because right now, I'm pretty sore.

Super busy.

Just got back from DC and Philly. Hung out with Les, went places. Did not get a street pretzel in Philly.

Now off to Chicago. Vrooom.

Dear Leon,

I thought I was being sneaky when I took what I thought was Pepsi money from your side of the bed. When I got to work and went to the vending machine, I pulled out a pocket of foreign coins. Although 2 quid is equal to about 4 bucks and 6 cans worth of soda, the machine will still not accept it from me.

Please accept my humble apologies for trying to steal your pocket change.

Sincerely,
Tiny Clanger

Charm School For My Generation:

The Vice Guide To Everything.

If there isn't anything in here about giving a waiter a generous tip because they hooked you the fuck up when you were a pretty needy table...or 4, then there should be.