Think I was a naughty rascal that night. But I've got a vodka waterfall distorting my vision of the latter parts of that evening. I believe I wound up giving some girl a back rub at the after hours spot. And I'm not sure if that activity caused me to dream about me sliding my hands down her ass, and my fingers exploring her furrow. Or if I actually did it and my memory is fuzzy and dream like. Haven't received any reports confirming anything. None of the usual "what the fuck were you on that night dude?".

I'm disturbed by the feebleness of the public and their tolerances for images in movies and television. The Spiderman movie is being delayed and re-edited cause the opening scene is him snagging a getaway copter with a web supported by the two towers. Other movies featuring terrorist action being pulled. Bill Maher's Politically Incorrect cancelled cause he dared to call for rational thought. Fucking lame-o's. Don't leave the house if you can't deal with seeing the towers as they once were. For fuck's sake. The pussification of this country is only getting worse. Acting like a bunch of helpless victims, and I'll bet you its not New Yorkers, but the middle America miasma that is whining. Trembling in their xenophobic corners. Fucking country needs a bitch smack.