So I'm just sitting here waiting for some client to show up and it's after Christmas and I have a cold. I think this guy got busted in Williamson County with coke. Here's a word to the wise- if you're gonna do coke, it's worth making the drive to Travis County. In Georgetown you're a satanic infidel if you get caught with coke. In Austin, if you get caught, you're just a schmuck who didn't know how to keep the party under control.
It has (grudgingly) come to my attention that some of the people who have been soiling my blog with their comments may warrant a word or two of introduction (in order to deprive them of the safety of anonymity, if nothing else).
Jeff Wilson, aka CrackBass, is a former Travis County prosecutor, husband of the sometimes feisty but mostly mild-mannered Mandy, and my current neighbor. Jeff's an ornery little chap who enjoys most forms of alcohol and loud music. He also enjoys hairbrained home improvement projects and plays bass in my aforementioned musical experiment group, Crack.
Lee Thweatt is a former high school and college roommate, retired (or resigned or whatever) Marine, father of 2 1/2, and husband of the lovely and talented Sarah Duncan Thweatt. We're all backing Lee as the next great hope for bringing the Democratic Party back into favor in Texas. Before you laugh at that, talk to Lee. With our help, he's gonna make it happen, folks.
Ryan Steans is my semi retarded adopted brother from Phoenix. He spends most of his days running around his back yard in his helmet, trying to pet his helper dog, Melbotis, who fears Ryan and spends his days fleeing from his clumsy master. Ryan is married to Jamie, who didn't realize the extent of Ryan's disability when she married him. She spends her days trying to coax Ryan into taking baths and using the toilet in the house via the promise of shiny Superman toys and funny books.
These are the introductions for now. I have heard rumblings that there may be other people out there surveying the blog, who are not posting comments (Eddie and Gary, I'm looking in your direction). This isn't a site for freeloaders, so chime in. Consider it the cost of admission. If I find ya skimpin', I'll come to your house and bust your kneecaps.
Does this mean that this earthquake is going to make those of us who survived it live longer? Less time in the day = more days for Jason to live through.