Nothing beats being a number amount of beers away from sober then meandering your away home [on a bike] from point A to point B coughing up whatever lungs you have left that the nicotine left you mercifully while thinking, "hey, why not." How was my night last night? Pretty good.
And for my friends here on blogspot (a red squiggly line indicating a spelling error for the word blogspot on blogspot; how ironic) I have yet to read your entries and might get around to it, however, I'm guessing it's not important enough to tell me via phone or company; I say, lets make a date to see each other since I miss you in all sorts of ways.
And if you need to stop believing in something, don't be afraid to do so even if Steve Perry tells you otherwise.
CHEERS