Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Ill Wind

Take That, Toots.

I heard it on good authority that Toots, the guy who disappeared and then ran off with a friend's estranged wife to Cuba, has returned to town from their month long trip south of the border.

Which is sort of a shame.

I was kind of hoping he'd have a run-in with the law and end up with a split lip and a black eye, cold and shirtless, rotting in an 8x8 foot jail cell with a hole in the floor for a toilet, and a frigid southerly breeze that blows back up through the plumbing.

Not that I wish him any ill will or anything. Just an ill wind.