Wagering my mother's soul.

I found out the other night that my mother, who's a truly good woman, has been reading my words here. Reeling back to my younger days, a piece of me recalled a time when I got busted stealing my father's Playboys. Oops.

Hmmmm...

I do feel kind of bad for airing out laundry on here at times. I've wagered my mother's genuine soul far too many times out here with various industry people. None have had to collect...yet.

Apologies. Guess that's the theme today. Just like at the New Bev last night. Some patron was sneezing up a lung during the climax of Invasion of the Body Snatchers and he belts out an apology to the audience and everyone cracked up.