After being hospitalized for 'exhaustion', BarFly entered a formal treatment program in March. It's been a long, hard row to hoe, but we're so close to achieving clarity that we can almost taste it, almost as sweet as the Vitamin J that was once our bestest best friend in the whole wide world. In other words, we're still not done with the brand-new BarFly, but we almost are, so you'll see it hit the streets sometime later this month. I know, I know, I've said that every month for the last three, but these things take time. Lots and lots and lots of time. And time's never been my friend, unlike dear, sweet Vitamin J... By the way, the Queens kicked Bear ass all the way back to Stonewall, in the Feud last week. This month, we'll pit rough, tough BIKERS (as in motorcycles, not those mamby, pamby bicyclists) versus SCOOTERISTS. Date and venue to be confirmed, but if you'd like to play, just email me for more info. Buy your fucking Bus tickets, already. I can't afford the dry cleaning on my silk sheets unless you do, so know that my (and an unfathomable number of faceless men's) DNA is on your hands, until you do so. BUY, BUY, BUY!