we may all die now

Seriously, people. I know none of you care, but Pink Floyd is getting together for the first time in 24 fucking years and I'm only a 20-minute flight away. But I can't get tickets so I'm fucked. If any of you bastards know anybody or anything with access to a Live 8 London ticket tell them I will give them all of my future children as well as my eternal soul in trade for it. But yeah, that's unlikely, so I'll probably just have to go to London and get as close to Hyde Park as possible before being arrested. We'll see.

Anyway, Luke. The Biz Ness is still not taken care of. My dad has some questions:

"He want us to send (trying to remember) $421 for rent and $600 for security to someone in Edison.
Who is the person in Edison we are paying?
What is the address of the house? So we can reference something on the check.
What was the $200 for we sent to Matt? We are thinking this should be subtracted from something."

So either call him with that info or give it to me and I'll tell him.

That is all.