The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
Lynryd Skynyrd Leaves for the Airport
by Regis Boff
We were milling around the front desk waiting for everyone to come down so we could leave for the airport. I was talking to the lead guitarist and Ronnie Van Zant was pacing around pissed off. Without a word he heads back to the elevator and disappears. Five minutes later a suitcase and an anvil steel briefcase come sailing down the stairs chased by a member of the band (I won’t reveal his name) who was actually tumbling head over heals into the lobby followed by Ronnie. I picked up beside him as he marched out to the cars. I said to him, “ What the fuck did he do?” Without looking up Ronnie said, “Late”.