I was thinking the other day that I hadn’t seen Mingus around lately and I thought he might have got a little unwise with his giant hunting knife and was hiding out under a rock somewhere eating pork and beans on toast and letting his hair get long.  Picture mutton-chops and a faux-hawk.  I was guessing Yorkton, Saskatchewan but I should have known that it would have to be somewhere with a larger supply of Smirnoff.  You know, it’s not like I knew the guy but I always had the feeling Edmonton was too small to hold him.

Anyway, his pink ambulance is up for sale.  Starts at $6.  I’ll have to turn in my bottles.  I’ve always wanted one of those.

Give ‘em hell in TO, Mingus Tourette.  On a platter.