Rain pattered on the roof of the cheap hotel.

Rain pattered on the roof of the cheap hotel. Drake loved the sound; made him think of his childhood, back in the U.S. A lifetime ago. The sign outside flashed blue neon

and still he couldn't sleep. The busted neon sign flashed "HOT" through the blinds. The air conditioner was also busted, so he went out into the downpour, feeling busted.

He was sick of this town, sick of this trip, sick of feeling busted. His car was busted, his life was busted. All he wanted now was go to a bar and make his liver feel busted.

So Bush Jr. went to the White Spot tavern to "take a load off." A bearded fellow was shooting pool. W quaffed his 9th beer and staggered to the guy and said,

"I say. Are you that president chappie what we folks been a-hearin' about so often?" The bearded man turned to him and said

"Come in here dear boy, have a cigar." The bearded man offered a box of Cohibas. He was unsure of whether to accept, and what it would mean if he did, or if he didn't. The bearded

man continued, "You're gonna go far,fly high.To the dark side of the moon." I took a cigar,sniffed it & handed the box to my colleagues. "If you'll just sign here." His smile veile

preliminaries at the Miss Universe Pageant. He, Miss India, was one damn fine-looking woman and the judges apparently thought his cigar-sized nose was the future definition of

juxtaposition of a normal nose. I forgot if he was a tranny or not. But he loved being up there on the stage dressed up like a caterpillar ready to cocoon a vagina and boobs. Stage