I too have the Rockman gizmo going through a 450W Peavey Renoun. I'm frequently known to generate noise via a '71 Gibson ES335. I concoct my own homebrew and have reached nirvana on a regular basis. I enjoy staring at the end of a fishing pole dipped in saltwater for hours on end. Catching fish is unimportant.

I’m an ordained minister with the Universal Life Church and prefer to be called “Reverend Tom”, or “Your Holiness”. I’m the founding father of the Church of American Secular Humanists, or C.A.S.H. for short. We worship the likenesses of dead presidents, but also greatly admire the likeness of Benjamin Franklin. In concert with the good people that bring you Depends incontinence wear, our sect is developing “Magic Underwear” (not a rip-off of the other guys) with our embossed emblem for future Ebay sales in an effort to garner funds for my impending retirement.

My retirement goal is probably the same as yours. I plan to buy a small island off the coast of Thailand, float an elephant over from the mainland on a barge, and ride it bareback (no relation) wearing nothing but a loin cloth and an AK-47 strapped to my back. I plan to let my remaining grey hair grow wild and free (like Nick Nolte) and insist the locals refer to me as “King Tom”. The island woman would run nude through my poppy fields and I would scrape the resin off their glistening bodies to remain in an opium induced fugue for the remainder of my existence in this insignificant plane of reality.

Flotation is groovy.

Or, I might just buy a trailer in Arkansas somewhere.

Regards,

Tom