After the happenings of Friday night, eloquently relayed by Adam, my friend from high school, Bill Roll arrived at the lavished pad we know as I 12. He decided on Thursday that it was necessary for him to make the pilgrimage to the holy sight in which we reside. Bill will be in this hallowed place until Sunday morning when he must head back to the homeland (mine that is) in order to be present at work on the following day.