Paul Newman narrowly escaped death today at the Daytona track. Something inside his engine caught fire, but he got out just in time. As you should know, Paul is passionate about racing cars. I dig that. Many great men were, and many great men are, in major lust with automobiles. I love Paul Newman very much. We are different in many ways. First of all, he is a liberal activist and I am not. Second, he is 79 and I am 19. Third, and most importantly, I abhor lettuce. Still, I adore him like crazy and this news shook me up because I don't want him to die, ever. Marlon Brando is gone. Elvis is gone. Those two men had, along with Paul, the most perfect faces ever. What else did all three have? Sheer Other-Wordly Talent that proves/proved the existence of God. So, I just want to thank the cosmos for keeping Paul safe. He is my favorite actor and a Top 5 guy. I would gladly embrace Anna Nicole labels for him. I would even... eat salad. Love you baby. Stay safe.
If you don't look out for yourself, the only helping hand you'll ever get is when they lower the box. -Hud