James Brown is dead. I mourn. Not because he was going to put out anything quality again, but because it is always something when a legend passes. But he paid the cost to be boss. His papa didn't take no mess. And he didn't know karate, but he knew crazy. And he loved fat chicks.
I have some more Christmas in Portland stories, maybe I'll get to them shortly. We're in town until Thursday. Aili and I went out on Thursday and did some illegal drugs. We had a good time until Aili realized we wouldn't be coming down for hours. I don't think we'll do that again. Still, the sex was hot. And kinda public. Actually, that's the end of the story. I hope my kid is ready to crash out again soon.