Doc You’re Telling Me This Sucker’s Nuclear? We are now long and gone from Ireland. Our last night was spent there putting down a twelve pack of beer, 3 and a half bottles of wine and about 20-30 shots of rum, brandy, tequila, whiskey, and some coffee flavored liquor in a blaze of backstage rock and roll like glory. After a subzero sparkler dance routine in Rob’s driveway and singing, “Twist and Shout,” at the top of our lungs in his kitchen, all the while trying to keep the tacos I made for dinner down, I’d say we left the way we came in, loud and having fun. I went into a travel coma somewhere between saying goodbye to Shelly at the Dublin airport and after the 3rd stop on the Paris metro rail. We came
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