I am listening to Elvis and eating cottage cheese with pineapples. It’s late and I am almost ready to sleep. Normally I don’t eat before I go to sleep but I have a slight buzz. I went to Issac Newton’s and had two beers. Stella Artois and Hoegaarden. The beers hit me hard mainly because I didn’t eat any dinner. I’ve been feeling rather ill since last night. I figure it is either the steak I ate or finally having viewed The Passion of the Christ. As it is, after the beers I actually started feeling better. At the bar I saw my favorite barflies, Ken, John and Tom. Hiya Guys! It is so odd to be home. I feel almost displaced. Elvis makes me feel better, though. He always does.
What is it about Ken, John and Tom that reminds me of the Lone Gunmen?
Elvis is always good, Presley, or Costello.
If you’re ever in Memphis make sure you check out Graceland at least once.
Now that you’re not travelling all the time maybe we’ll see you at Isaac’s a bit more often.
Feel free to come barfly with us anytime.
Not too up on my X-files/gunmen lore, I hope that last comment’s a good thing.
-tom (walter)