Oh, it's a mess around here all right. The Mansion burned down, that's all I know. I was in the guest quarters when it happened, writing my novel. Honest. Hell of a racket, must've been one huge party. Now it's deserted, random bits scattered all over the grounds: olive pits, a charred cocktail shaker, strange messages and assorted links:
A good auto racing blog.
A good steroid blog.
A cool T-shirt.
And that's it. Everything seemed to peak when P.J. Tucker did a Lorenzo Charles on Darrick
Whittenburg Martin's airball just at halftime of last night's Raptors game. Then a fearsome crack in the sky sounded and everything was ablaze.
I guess it's back to the novel.
Happy New Year,