It's Christmas time, Theo! It's the time of miracles!

I am not dead and I am mightily impressed by this little fact. For the record, drag races are dangerous places to be if you are next to the track. It is toxic and loud and filthy and occasionally the little rockets with wheels and a meat sack ensconced within explode. Ever bathe in jet fuel and rubber and fiberglass? It's great for the skin and the lungs. I am so happy not to be doing this show tomorrow. I will be wrecking what's left of my  body on my own little commercial. No pay but it just might pay dividends in the future. Who knows? Who cares? At least Die Hard is on.

Peace out, bitches!