T-minus 10 days!!

As you may or may not have noticed, my name is now Boots McGee. Why? To honor my dad's original request when I was born to name me Boots, which was thwarted by my mother (shame), and because Boots McGee is ten times better than Boots alone.

Doesn't the name Boots McGee conjure images of a nice old hobo whose spent his days hopping the rail, spending evenings around a barrel fire, and stabbing people who look at him funny? Yea, I know! His sidekick and hobo'ing buddy is BeBop Jones. BeBop tends to keep Boots McGee in line, as BeBop is a delightful old man from New Orleans who just wants to play his jazz and is really not into stabbing people. They make a great duo, perfect for a sitcom series in which BeBop is always getting Boots out of trouble and every show ends with BeBop laughing off Boot's anticts and launching into a jazz solo on the trumpet. It will be a hit and I'll be rich baby, RICH! I'd say I won't forget the little people who helped get me where I am, but that'd be a lie. I probably will forget you until I've wasted all my riches on women and drugs and then I'll miraculously remember all the little people and come crawling back asking for some help, man. Just help a brother get back on his feet...or a sister on her feet...whatever. You get the point.

So. Yeah. What was I talking about? London! 10 days! EEEP!