I figured I'd hop a flight to Spain, party all night and day with a couple of latin sisters I met over there a few months ago (they like to be spanked... crazy girls). Then hop another flight to London and hang out with a friend of mine, perhaps you've heard of him, lets just call him Paul (He is the Walrus). After a few nights of drinking crystal and recording some music with him and his wife (we cal her ol' one-leg), its a Long flight to Los Angeles where I should arrive just in time to Celebrate New Years Eve at the Whiskey A Go-Go with my good friend Slash. I'll probably ring in the new year like I have the last 3 years... in bed with a certain young singer/dancer/actress who would probably prefer to remain nameless, and lets just say that Mr. Affleck won't be accompanying us... if ya know what I mean (AND I THINK YOU DO! GOOOSH!). Thats it, not as cool as last year, but it should be OK.