Goodbye my dear friends, I will miss you all so very much but its time this catepillar spun himself a cocoon and leave forever. You've been such ggod friends to put up with me for this past year but the 36 yr old BPP that you've known has got to leave now and never to be seen again. What? Gone Yes gone and forgotten. Will you ever return? Sure, but i won't be the same as before. I will re-emerge from cocoon to be a different animal I hope. rehab? religous commune? jail? Nope something much worse? A birthday! I'm heading to the land of beads, boobs, beer, and gumbo to say goodbye to 36 and welcome in37! By the time you hear from me again I will be a different person. I happen to fall on a holiday this year, pretty damn close to several holidays (valentine, mardi gras, luna gras) in fact. So I have decided at the spur of the moment to go forth and be fruitful. Now on Joe Cain Day there will be another reason to celebrate. For all you Mardi Gras pros, smoke one for Old Chief Sac, I'll be doing the same.