I get nervous when this happens. My Good Times friend Jay gets this rad blog going and then poof. Perhaps he took too much GHB in the back of Mercury Lounge, maybe the eMusic crew has him tied up and they're tapping into that great big music brain in the basement of some run down building in Alphabet City, maybe he got mugged looking for sex in Tompkins Square. Well whatever the case Jay, come back. I miss you. Here I am 3000 miles away, fighting my demons one homeless sex romp at a time and all I want to do is come home, scrub with bleach, and settle in to a blog posting or two.

Sure my sites are not exactly up to speed right now, but people expect that from me. Maybe the closing of CBGB's has something to do with it. Uh, that place was still relevant, right? Perhaps my wannabe bi-coastal ass should worry about myself but I worry Jay.

The Mets lost, you're hungover. Now get over it. The Giants look tough this year and aint that enough?

-duG