It's finally here .......

Like all, ( :o( well almost all ) of my IIF's, my time has come. I just got through the last two hours, and I'm officially on my WPBT weekend of debauchery. Yee-Haw !!

I'm taking Pebbles into the big smoke for a quick check up at the Doc's and then it's off we go. I know everyone is telling me everything will be fine, but I'm just weird that way. Slightly over-protective of my girl and I want someone qualified to say "Yup. She's OK."

She sure seems it and it's great to see her in such great spirits so soon. I was amazed, thrilled and quite taken back by how many of you asked about her last night at the mookie. It means tons folks. I can't tell you how much exactly because I don't think words can describe how it really makes me feel.
I'll just say thanks here... and try to come up with better in person.

I think I'll go chase me a river once again tonight. Last night's mookie was not exactly stellar poker on my part.

I know I've already pimped Truckin' twice this week but you know what? I think it's worth doing again.

So....

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....

and

Do yourself a favour, have a good read.

Truckin' - December 2007, Vol. 6, Issue 12
1. Santa by Paul McGuire
Santa nodded off on the subway. He did that often, always after he copped. Friends would often tell him that they saw him passed out on the subway. They’d try to get his attention, but he was in his own world... More

2. Christmas Eve Dinner by Betty After Dark
Her legs still weak and her stance a bit wobbly, I wrapped my arm around her and led her out of the restaurant. The hotel was just a few blocks away. She was shivering. Was it the cold air or the orgasm?... More

3. Kelso McQuire by Johnny Hughes
The gamblers always stand in the back at West Texas funerals. In the middle of Kelso McQuire's funeral, Ice House Henry was whispering around and telling this fifty-year old story about Kelso, that not one living, breathing soul had ever heard before... More

4. Scared Santa by Dwayne Williamson
This amorphous blob of blood red fabric and snow white hair would release these grunts from its maw that shook my rib cage, causing me to tremble even more violently than before. Because Santa Clause scared the holy hell out of me... More

5. The Hunt by Gary Cox
When the son was young, the Father went deer hunting every year for a week at a time, right before Thanksgiving. The boy badly wanted to go with him, but was never considered old enough. He saw in his Father’s eyes how much he enjoyed that time, whether it was the actual hunt or the solitary time spent out there in the woods... More

6. Monday Evening LIVE in Theater! by Sigge S. Amdal
A middle-aged, disillusioned, smack-ridden woman in a wheelchair bemoans her disability when the subway seems one step too far. By the touch of a button she whirls off into the distant tunnel like the depart of an ancient ghoul... More