Apologies for the lack of updates this month, but it could be due to the fact that i’m on my way to Key Largo to mull over business problems, examine opportunities, exchange rumors and spread gossip with Mr. Bertie Higgins.
Mix a lethal concoction of Sonny Crockett’s stylings and the burliness of the lumberjack guy on the Brawny paper towel rolls, and the spawn is Bertie Higgins. This outstanding human is 300% TNUC approved. Getting lost in Bertie’s eyes for 3 minutes and 16 seconds may be easy, but listening to the song all the way through could make you never want set foot on a Yacht again. It’s that bad. So turn it DOWN, throw some Jan Hammer on, and press play.