One year later

One year ago today, or yesterday by the time anyone reads this (fine, to
be specific, Dec. 1) I was arrested in a Strip Club in the LA area (name
withheld for no particular reason).  Charges were never filed, but I
ended up paying a blood sucker (i.e. attorney) to cover my ass and make
sure nothing happened.  Much ado about nothing.  Well, not exactly
nothing.  Tits in my face were worth spending tax dollars on.  Go
figure.

This year, I ended up at Tropical Lay, for no particular reason and no
plan to be there.  I didn't get arrested.  And I did far more to deserve
it than last year.

By definition, this failed to suck.

Chester