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Like I told my brother, Bob, last week; I've been spending too much time at Club Butch lately. It just doesn't leave much time for writing . . . yes, this is another excuse in lieu of a column.

Butch quit his job as a pizza delivery driver this week. I've been there nearly every night -- I hope he finds a new job soon . . . I'm starting to feel like a student again.

So, until next week, party on.