I'm sorry. With all the social media stuff about sandbag locations, lines at gas stations, spaghetti models, empty water shelves... I need to deal with Hurricane Irma in my own way. By making dumb jokes on Twitter.
There's nothing that signifies growing older than when you were on a mission to take care of something when suddenly it leaves your mind as fast as a kid who runs down the stairs when he hears the word cake!
Just noticed a tweet this morning from a fan in Tampa who was hoping to see him at the Amphitheatre tonight with Sam Hunt. Unfortunately the show is sold out. This tweet goes to show you never know who's reading your posts!