Sitting in the audience waiting for Darkon to begin. Godbless this Wi-Fi town.
Tim Hutton can't make it. We've been calling all morning trying to find companies that do video conferencing to try and get Tim on the screen for the Q&A, but it's Saturday. So we'll have to hustle Monday morning.
We checked out of Charley's buddies house (the most gorgeous place on earth complete with pool and mock mexican villa courtyard, with the same rent as I pay) and went to our Hotel. The Wellsely Inn, which looked good on the website, but in reality is just a good place to fuck a bitch, make a drug deal or get murdered. It's so super shitty. We sat in the lobby for an hour because they woman had to check to see if the room had been cleaned. I checked with her every twenty minutes telling her that I'd check the room. No. I could just run down and see... No. Cool. It turns out it had been cleaned. Cleaned of what I can only wonder. Smart money's on blood or cum.
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