Drove home from Marlboro, NY, today w. the missus. We discussed fashion. I remember that I thought my Notre Dame boxershorts looked sensational hanging out beneath my Umbros. It was 1992. I also remember hearing this song for the first time in the wrestlers’ locker room. I said, “What is that?” Another boy said, “It’s called ‘Nirvana,’ and everything will be different now.” I really do remember that. Meanwhile, this masho coulda been massive. Oh Oh, a skunk just ran nearly up to my feet as I type this on the front porch at ass of the morning. Then he saw me and bolted. I think I will stay up all night because I’m so happy to be home.