I'm in coast mode before Christmas, not sure where I'm landing, or even if I'm landing. I don't want to peak too early, with clothes washed and my shit together, but I need a haircut and a shave at the Beauty College by Erica soon.

Not in the kind of shape I've been in on previous Pensacola runs, but I'm up. It should be another great adventure to share here. Visions of frosty air, everywhere.

My door is mostly wide open during the day and I've had some interesting people pass through it. Today it was neighbor Daniel and he said "If you're going to be dumb, you better be tough".

So we visited lapdances.com and ordered a couple, with his wife next door. She's hunkered down in the recliner watching Lord of the Rings stuff, probably asleep.

I'm thinking just one car with two scantly clad young lappers showing up on our quiet little street, on a Saturday afternoon, would probably go unnoticed.

I crank my music up to max around here, anytime I want, and nobody complains. So I'm thinking of getting them inside with Lainey Wilson playing Heart Like A Truck, and close the door for a while.

I am no stranger to strip clubs, I love them, and I've been in some great ones. I had my girls in a small club in SF, I set up my office in the back of a strip club during ComDex in Vegas, a couple of times in the eighties.

I was a wild ass crazy son of a bitch, and a world class badass computer programmer.