Gerry G's TRAIL OF ASHES TOUR Final Chapter -- The Mighty Californian's return

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At Scrub a Dub, the scene was like something out of a Dionysian dream, as the drinks flowed, the music blared and a large group of beautiful Jamaican women were running around wearing just g-strings.

The place has a bad rep with a supposed rough crowd but the vibe was good this morning, very peaceful. I barely remembered the face of the guy who drove us and hopefully je had at least one of the phones if not both. He was a tall, bald expat, and I thought I spotted him a couple of times but to no avail.

We gave up, but later I did find my phone back in the room under some clothes -- I was out of it I didn't realize until later that I had called my American cell with it, so I did in fact have the number .... It rang a few feet away from where I was standing, and all I could do was laugh. I guess you just can't take things too seriously in this world, and that includes yourself.

I slept well.