Tonight I went to Astoria to visit Andre's House of Chiropractic. It was my first visit to such a place. The experience put me in the mind of the immortal Smiths lyrics:

He broke my spleen
He broke my knees
And then he really laid into me...

So now I'm home, all beat up. I feel rejuvenated (though I don't think it was enough to break my Vicodin addiction).

Joe-maha (a/k/a Airport Guy) fled the Castle 1526 today. We eagerly await his post-action report.