It's about 5 in the morning and the excelsior is faded. The shapeless Jockeys are stuck to my thigh and the babe in my dream last nite was either Chris O'Donnell in drag or one of the dogs in the garage. Another day for this former bad boy begins like any other ordinary bottoms up day. That's where the twist is. The everyday is a little like the infant's take on the mobile spinning above his head in the crib. Do you know what he's imagining? Our imagination remains ours alone until we tell somebody about it. Then it becomes the world's. It's 2-2-14, 18 or Peyton's number. The elevated elements of the pre-game television are sharing what it means to unleash your best when the moment's the right one. What if everyday is that moment? And there's no best that you're saving? You put down what comes out. That's the key. Writers write, all others 'bate. Getting along as a minimum requires a thoughtful mind able to get pursuit of happiness. We're pursuin' while I'm imbuing - enjoy your stuff encrusted crust.