Whiskey Bent and Expo Bound
Well, the time is upon us, Corby and I will be leaving for the expo in the morning. Should be hitting the ground in Cali around noonish and not gonna look back. For those that will be joining us at the expo, looking forward to meeting you. For those stuck at home, you just might be recieving some drunk dialing on your voicemails or, for those poor suckers that have given me their real phone numbers, might be getting an early wake up call. I'll be recording via the iRiver all weekend and hope to get some gems for big show 25. Perhaps my flight freak out will be entertaining, as it's proven to be in the past.... everything will be ok when the beverage service starts.... do they serve whiskey on early morning flights??? We shall see......
Love ya all and don't forget to call up the voicemail line and leave me some messages to come back to.... 206-888-1PNR (1767)
Love ya all and don't forget to call up the voicemail line and leave me some messages to come back to.... 206-888-1PNR (1767)
posted by Mikey at 4:10 PM
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Well I called him and only got a voicemail, and the updates have been coming sort of slow. He may well be dead. :) I do have a voicemail from him on the new SBR entitled "I Want Mikey's Stalker"
Stalker Chick didn't approach me, although we did have what we thought was a close call.... speculation among some podcasters is that it's someone that is having fun at my expense. Problem with this speculation is that everyone seems to be blaming each other. There were lots of odd folks hanging around at the expo, but I didn't meet my stalker, at least I don't remember meeting her.
Oh, Mikey... if you could only understand how deep my love is for you, you wouldn't want to stay away from me. I wouldn't have to tie you up, you would want to tie ME up. Just realize that no one will ever love you like I do. We will be together, even if it kills us.
Love, Me
Oh Stalker, if only you could understand how deep my love is for you. While you hide outside Mikey's house in the bushes I sit in the tree and write "Mr. William Stalkerchick" thousands of times in my little pink notebook. While you drive slowly behind him as he walks along the rode I follow you in my car, carving "Mikey's stalker" into my arm with a pen knife. We will be together, even if it makes me slightly tired, with some lower back pain.
It's official... Will's gone off the deep end. Might this be a first... a stalker stalker??
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