Actually we're not back. Only I'm back. Six has bailed on me... he's off doing some hippy shit... hiking or something gay like that. I dunno.
So I'm flying solo.
God help us. Could be an abreviated show... or... I could just end up ranting about yankees and scotch. No promises.
A: Bookers Dammit. Because.
T: Arturo Fuente. Also. Because.
F: Alexander Arms .50 Beowulf.