Several Los Angeles radio stations claim to have more hits and more eighties than any other radio stations. Pulled-pork at Oinkster is good if you aren't from Texas. Karaoke is only fun for 30% of the people in the room at any given time. I stayed up too late reading campy Florentine love stories. BT and I proved that Softbones is going somewhere and going there fast. Today is Kelly's Big Birthday. I smell like a discontinued Bath & Bodyworks product that reminds me of small dodge cars and the highway to Hana. Even being around all this sunshine, gambling, and friendship, I miss three people in a concerning way. One of them is a small three day old child that looks like an old Marlon Brando.