Paris is a blast, if you'll pardon the expression. We partied last night with a bunch of German diplomats. Praise Allah they can drink beer. We're on our way to Malta tomorrow to hook up with Larry Flint and his crew for some sun and sin. You know, every once in a while I catch a news report about the American idiots hunting in the mountains of Afghanistan looking for my cave. Are they serious? Uh oh, somebody's bringing in the hookah. It's gonna be another long night.