XXX?
XXXX?
Hardcore!
That was me alright - "Mr. X¹²" - callously and glibly contemplating suicide on Thanksgiving Day Night, like any decent Steppenwolf would, and yet I
knew George Noory would be there
ON AIR to save me amidst my Dos Equis haze...
I'm not some fairweather fowl / turkey either.
I am thankful for Noory
every day of the year.
George Beatrice Noory... that mustached, catch me when I fall safety-net, worker-in-the-light, KING of the Nighttime World, son of a gun...
(crackle)
(sizzle)
(burning wire)
(Pinocchio nose reaching Mach 1)