I have been booting around town and in Ohio. On my way to Ohio, I got stuck in Vegas. Sadly, although I got a free night's hotel stay and free "food", I lost fifty bucks in the slots.

While in Ohio, it so happened that my brother, The Dipper, was also in town, and so the morning I was flying back he met me at the airport and bought me lunch.

He told me that Sleek (my old roommate) missed me desperately, that Sleek's current roommate has gone all Single White Female on him, that she feels she can cure him of a thirty years worth of active and enthusiastic homosexuality, that she prowls around his bedroom at night while he's sleeping. He also told me that Sleek told him that he'd been abducted by the Yakuza. Apparently, while on business in Chicago, our friend Sleek got into some nice Japanese gentleman's car to... conduct some business. When they wouldn't let him out of the car, he claims to have leapt from the moving vehicle. The Dipper seems to think that this is a True Story, and that Sleek had called him from the shoulder of the road, bruised and shaken. Cakeboy assures me that it's just typical Sleek hysteria and that even if Sleek had gotten in over his head, it assuredly wasn't with the Yakuza of Chi-Town.

I told this story to McSwain! nee inapickle (who is not dead, by the way) and she sent me the following ( picture and caption )