So, last night I dream that Sylvester Stallone is planning my murder to prevent me from testifying to a grand jury.  He didn’t succeed.

In other news, it’s probably not wise for a newscaster to mock the rather unfortunate name of a foreign dignitary.  Repeatedly.  What a dipshit.

Heading to the Seroksan/East Ocean area to honor Chris Columbus this weekend.

That is all.