Thursday, October 30, 2008


Last night we broke the law and bent rules of decency and good manners as this city's finest came together one last time for an evening of bourbon, House of the Rising Sun and talk of the wild and weird adventures ahead of us all.

Andy: I'm pretty sure I lost a few seconds off my life last night...
Andy: I lead in with the "My roommate is a lightning rod for the weird."
Me: Ha
Andy: Last night was nutty. Nothing like that will ever happen to me a again
Me: I'm sure you will visit NY sometime.
Andy: True enough. Can you get me into a bar past closing time there, too? It's like you've added a line to the song. "Closing Time/It's time for you to go out to the places you will be from/Except you, Mike"

The Wednesday Weekly held its final session this week. A final farewell that had to be experienced rather than written about. There are far to many good people, especially my Old Roommate, who made these last few months/years here bizarre. Too many weird night and wild days to recount here.

Others, like my good friends from the Paragraph Factory and on the Radio Dial, will remain here keeping the WW alive. Always reminding us that someone will be here tending the light at the end of the tunnel.

Oh, but don't think this is the end of the mental vomit on these pages. This is not the end of the Wednesday Weekly. Fuck no, this is merely the intermission... a few days away to allow you to catch your breath and settle your stomach before we grab you by the wrists and drag you screaming into the night once again.

Kansas City, you have been a mean bitch and gracious lover over these past 24 years. We abused the locals, terrorized the help and made fools of ourselves up and down your boulevards.

For all your faults, though, I am still proud to call you Home.

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