And not as the defendant, which makes a nice change.
One of my oldest and dearest friends, Omar is going to be interviewed by Catherine Crier in a few minutes regarding some writing he did about the Oklahoma City Bombings. If only I got Court TV. Pout.
I’ve known Omar for over ten years now, and consider him one of my closest and dearest friends. He’s been through everything with me, including the current fucked-up situation that is my life. I’m just so damn proud of him and wanted to say in a public, shout it from the rooftops kind of way: Omar, I’m proud of you and I love you and I appreciate having you in my life.
Also, had to pimp his kick-ass journal Terribly Happy. All of the finest dopers read and enjoy it. Plus, my nipples are mentioned in Friday’s entry.
Oh, and yeah I’m drunk but it doesn’t change the way I feel, not one bit.
Now post to this so I don’t feel totally stupid. Kay?
Thanks I needed that; your friend’s site certainly has an upbeat feel to it.
You do know we are going to hound you until you share this wondrous ‘nipple’ joke with us, don’t you?
OMG! It totally would be! Now we’ve got to do it, and we’ve also got to go to Al Green’s church, too and then go out for ribs.
Okay, who’s up for a sitcom weekend in Memphis with tater, Ommie, and Beth?
We’ll have wacky hijinks! I’ll tell y’all all about the time Omar called me at the psych ward and I was in the shower and the gang bangers…long ass story.