"But ah'm not afraid of dyin'. Cause I know that when I get to heaven there are gonna be these wonderful trees, and ah'm gonna climb them. But you know what? Instead of leaves and flowers, those trees are gonna have fried eggs, and delicious Virginia ham, and big heaping bowls of biscuits and sausage gravy. And one day, Sammy, you're gonna meet me there, and we're gonna climb those breakfast trees together, and it's gonna be delicious and we're gonna be happy until the end of time."


Still not the end

So, I'm thinking tomorrow night is my last night in town. I'm also thinking it's $2 drafts at my favorite Old City watering hole. The implication should be clear enough, but in case you're suffering from recent head trauma: please join me for beers at the Urban Bar Thursday night, if you're still around.
I'm putting off wrapping up this summer o' monkey love because to do so would mean admitting it's over. And it's not over, dammit. As far as I'm concerned, it will never be over.
'Cause I love you guys.
Even the person from rentafiretruck.com, whoever the hell you are.

Watching: Sixteen Candles