Woah...I've been corresponding with a known fellon....AT WORK...cool...

and it all makes sense know...JD doesn't stand for Jazz doctor...It's Jail Detentioneer, and when he visited a few weeks ago...It was to check up on your pirate radio signal...and Jeez...they'd have to lock you up to keep you from stalking Meatloaf...Plus 80's music is probably the last stuff you heard before going to the slammer, you don't know anything more current'

OOOO...and all that looking out for Trish's well being...it's that whole girl obsession thing you talk about in your profile...Trish get a Restraining order quick....

Awwwwww crap.

My whole life story has been revealed thanks to MoCrzy!

You got me Mo, I went to prison in 1989.  My desperation over the end of the decade drove me to knock over liquor store to drink away the pain.

Unfortunately I wasn't smart enough to bring a vehicle, so I tried making off with 6 cases of Jack Daniels on foot.  It wasn't hard to spot me struggling my way down the street.

I wouldn't have gotten a 20 year prison sentence, but I kept annoying the judge by jumping onto the defense table and dancing to "Footloose" which I had on a tape in my boombox.  It also didn't help that I decided to defend myself and my entire gameplan was predicated on using Steve Martin's routine "I didn't know armed robbery was illegal!  Excuuuuuuuuuse Me!"

J.D. is in fact my parole officer, I bribed him into not turning me in by giving him his own show on Sunday nights (Underground 80's @ 7 PM Sunday Evenings and Jazz 101 from 8 - 10 PM CST on Sunday evenings).

Now PLEASE, keep this on the down low ok?  I CAN'T GO BACK!  I WON'T GO BACK!  Do you know what happens to a pretty boy like me in jail!!!!!