OT: I wanna hang myself.....
I'm gonna tell you a little story. My Daddy, god rest his soul, was a coarse gambling man... my Daddy last night came to me in a dream and... slapped me silly. I DIDN'T KNOW that a horse called Giacamo pronounced just like Jocamo... was in the Derby. Had I known, I'd have bet at least one hundred on it to win. I mean, c'mon it's like a neon sign from God saying... "hey fellahs in da band... bet this horse". But does my Guitar player tell me about the horse (he knew) do any of my horse buddies (Wayne, Larry Malone etc...) tell me about this nag. Does Dick King who I consider a close friend a man who practically rolls around in Horse Manure every August at tha Saratoga Flat track north of me, take one second to help me secure my son's college education? Ehhhh Ehhhhh... no one tells me. Soooo to make a short story... quite tragic and long, not a single, solitary member of "Jocamo" put a dime on Giacomo to win the Derby.... As my late daddy once told me after failing to get a winning number in to his book... "son that just goes to show ya.. .if it ain't for ya... it just,..... ain't ...... for ya!!"
Da Poorer and sadder Worfster
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