Chivas Regal and Crashing Boredom Wow, I wish you lived in the shitty little arse-of-the-earth hayseed hillbilly town I ended up in, somehow, in the name of love, in my early 30's. I left all my friends and enemies behind in real cities, and now, ho-hum. Life is deafening in it's nothingness and I feel 10 years older than I really am. You, Ms. Strasser, sound like someone who could be my pal, help me drink the Scotch that seems to keep turning up in my house, and share stories about idiot men and ridiculous women. God bless your little cotton socks. Keep telling those tales, we are reading. m Home Syndicated Column News Archive Good Day New York While You Were Out Lovers Lounge Fashion Police Photo Gallery Video Gallery Mailing List Books and Music Resume