A Song For Eric...

Yes.  I know.  Welcome to last week.

I've been busy.

Anyhoo...so our buddy Eric Holder almost vapor-locked?

Lol.

Got me to thinkin'...

With apologies to Bonnie Raitt...

Rainy night, you’re all alone
Sittin' there waitin' for the launch of the drone
 
Fever turns to cold, cold sweat
Thinkin' about things you ain't done yet
 
Tell us now, we’ve got to know, do you feel the shame?
Do you just light up at the thought of the game?
 
Don't worry Eric, it ain't nothin' new
That's just karma creepin' up on you
If your whole world's shakin' and you feel like you do
That's plain justice sneakin' up on you
 
Nowhere on earth for your ass to hide
Once karma comes sneakin' up on your blindside
And you might as well try to stop the rain
Or stand in the tracks of a runaway train
 
You just can't fight it when a thing is meant to be
What comes around goes around, to put it simply
 
Don't worry Eric, it ain't nothin' new
That's just karma creepin’ up on you
If your whole world's shakin' and you feel like you do
That's real justice sneakin' up on you