Sometimes there are things just too disturbing to think about, like Mark's cankles. Between that and the weird thing on his forearm, it might be time to see a medicine man, kemosabe! All those years of drinking rainwater might have taken their toll.
Looks like I'll be visiting this weekend, catching up on business and smashing some heads--is Maine ready for some southern-fried good times? Time will tell! Word on the street is there will be rum at the party (a definite must, since Maine is whiskey and coffee brandy country, and we rum drinkers have a delicate palate) and possibly volleyball so this guy is packing sneakers. A certain Russian rock singer will be entertaining (hopefully some of his trademark wisecracks will punctuate the songs) and half of Cumberland County should be in attendance (I took the liberty of posting the party info on Craigslist, under "Erotic Services" HA HA HA HA sorry everyone!).