"There's nothing worse than a boring fuck, or driving through Nebraska ..."

George Washington coined the phrase, I believe. No wait ... it was me. Heh,heh. Nebraska. Also a fine album by Brooce. Anyway, there we were, top down on the red convert able to spin wheels like whistlin' dixie. And my bodyguard / friendship cousin driving the rocket says, "Only two more hours to Lincoln." Hair blowing in the wind, talking about time travel whilst the boogaloo stopcop-switch warns of occifers with radar guns. But gun us down they don't, as we speed across the tundra, hours on end. And we get there and a man we'll call Rust says he's marrying a princess, and I believe him - and furthermore, he doth taught a class on prejudice and racism at the university level, and they all stood up and applauded him! So we do, too! Keep up the good work, man, the dirty work is hard and Rust never sleeps. I commend you, for your humour - your mind - running with the bulls in Spain and surviving - your dedication - and yes, one of the few of us Hollywood scruffs with a PhD! Job well done, transplated Californian, you! I drove through the tedius landscape of Midwestern (hell) boredom, just to see you, and I'd do it again. Michaelangelo reads his newspapers upside down, and it's because the inquisitive mind(s) strives to outdo HIMSELF, none other, while holding down the interactive fort of and with friends, and total strangers that one meets on the highway! Peace, y'all - I've said too much. (But the Midwest STILL sucks!)

The road less traveled can be desolate, my friends. Don't give up!

-Todd