Profile | Uncle Duke

To MY BROTHER, Sam. Just playing the odds - likeliest probability as it were. Like when we ran the tables at Caesar's that time, took the theiving bastards for millions, jetted off to Monaco to do it again; how we ended up in the opium den in Macao is beyond me, but like they say - what happens in Vegas, STAYS in Vegas. So mum's the word, yes? So no blame on this one; mea culpa. But by the way, you do pee on a moment's notice. And to MY LITTLE SISTER, Lily. Good dog. Very, very good dog. UD

Joni also said, "We are Stardust, billion year old carbon. We are golden, caught in the devil's bargain. And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden." Which is indeed the rub, as well as infuriating. But enough of that. Jagger said, "Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime, is on my side, yes it is." So go with that. Sam pees on a moment's notice, Jorts or not; too bad for the truck. And keep the young one pure; he needs to maintain his imbalance of brain cells to work on that cat modeling. Whatever you get when you cross a Siamese and a Persian, perhaps you can paint it; no matter what you do, don't catch it. I'll leave you with this from Paul Kamanski: "With the experience of a tortured youth, you turn up the music, and go in search of the TRUTH." And if you don't find it, at least you have good loud music. Yours in Fear and Loathing - Uncle Duke

There is no coincidence; only absolute, unbroken continuity. My friend Henry Scott told me so; thus endeth the lesson. I trust you kept BGB and the faux Red Shark separated; mating would have produced a massive Brown Beast provoking fear and loathing in the hearts of all. Which upon reflection would have served the bastards right - HEATHEN, THIS IS WHAT YOUR CONSUMPTION HAS WROUGHT, THE DAY OF REDEMPTION OR DAMNATION IS AT HAND, YOUR CHOICE! But, it being Vegas they would simply have asked where the tigers were that chewed up Roy and gone on their way. So it goes. And sorry to be late with the recommendation of song selection; it not only worked at the Eifel Tower, but the crowds in the Quartier Latin lapped it up like thirsty dogs, funding litre upon litre (that's French for "liter") of Export 33. Next time. In Telluride try "F#$% Authority" by Pennywise; right up their alley. Roll on through the night.