MJP: 2/8/74 - ???

For all of you loyal readers who were worried about the Brazil-nut-shaped lump on my right knee (that I've fondly dubbed "Clyde"), you'll be happy to know that I got the MRI results yesterday and I'm A-OK.

Turns out, it was a sports injury that over-healed, or made a buch of scar tissue, or something like that.

Whatever.

It's kind of freaky, and a bit tender after I run, but all-in-all, nothing to worry about.

If there's one thing I've learned: there's nothing wrong with being a freak.


At least until your son has you killed.

So, like a good rave in mid-1993, I can still legitimately advertise my plans to keep on going until "???"

Personally, I found that "???" pretty much meant 10am the next day.

Enough out of me.

I've got more livin' to do.

I'll write more later.

In the meantime, I want to assure everyone that even if the worst happened and my doctor (who is quite good by the way) was wrong, I'd still be sitting here tonight laughing my ass off at this picture...


Rock on, party people.