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So, I went to Hoffa’s band’s show tonight, and it was excellent. I was talking to a friend the other night that had just come back from brain cancer. Dude had a really big problem with short term memory, so I had to write down the name of the bar on a napkin, along with my cell #.

Well, after Hoffa’s first set, I decided to step out to call the chap. After calling and getting his voicemail, I immediately started hiccuping uncontrollably. I swear…I may have had two beers, but the line was long and the doorman believed I was hammered. I tried to go back in, but since I was hiccuping like a donkey, they thought I must be annihilated, so my entrance was denied. At first I was annoyed, but I immediately put myself in his shoes. Despite the fact that I was as sober as a church mouse, I was hiccuping like a 1920’s cartoon, and probably would have denied myself entrance. So I totally understood and headed home.

I want to let you know that I am insanely jealous of Hoffa and his singing ability. The sonbitch can go from Kings of Leon to Lil’ Mikey Jackson without missing a beat. I have the ability to make fun of each, but cannot sing their songs word-for-word even in my head, so I am really annoyed by his talent.

Anyway, I headed home after trying to convince the doorman that I was 100% sober, so now I am at home about to head to sleep. Goodnight, fredders.