As one of my favorite classic TV characters, Dr. Smith, said some forty years ago on Lost In Space, "oh the pain, THE PAIN!" My newly delicate back went into spasm overdrive a few days ago, and I was taken by ambulance to the hospital. It hurt like a motherfucker. Shot right down my left leg. It felt like a nuclear charlyhorse. They IV'd me with morphine, and several other powerful narcotics WHICH HAD ABSOLUTELY NO EFFECT. At least, not right away. By the time I was discharged about four hours later, I was in la-la land. Yeah, yeah, I'm a bi-polar prone to additive behavior. Big fucking deal. I am not one of those, who, God love them, eschew any and all medication based on the notion that taking even prescribed drugs is falling off the wagon. If I'm in physical agony, GIMME THAT DAMN PERCOCET!!! AHHHHHH YEAHHHH. My tolerance for painkillers is sky high. I've ruined it with heavy drug use over the years. Handfuls of Vicodin barely register with me. I cannot abuse them unless I have huge quantities, and I was never into opiates anyway. I'm off the pain pills now, and my back is almost back to normal with physical therapy. I'm mentally happier than I've been in years, and Led Zeppelin might be touring this year. I'm in fucking heaven! Here's to 2008.