Yes, the room was moving.

Yes, everything was circular.

Yes, Wild Turkey can replace milk in my diet (for I am a lactard).

Yes, yes?

Yes, sound took on that familiar circular sound that shows only take on when you’ve breached the walls of sobriety and have finally entered the realm where everything is wonderful and amazing.

That’s all beside the point.

The Hold Steady from Brooklyn, New York fucking rock. I’ll say that again. You weren’t listening. You were chewing Cap’n Crunch, some Fat Free Lays Potato Chips, Taco Bell, or scraping your glass bowl for resin. I sympathisze. The Hold Steady from Brooklyn, New York fucking rock.

Pain Avenue lives up to it’s name. Killer parties almost killed me. Let’s not recall the 80’s all that fondly. Hard drugs are for bartenders.

Omaha, you disapointed me tonight. I know it’s Monday. I know you’re tired. I know you’d rather go out and see something that doesn’t know how to rock and roll. But you missed out.

Oh boy you missed out.

Snap Comics

I’ve been a big fan of jackets for as long as I can remember. In high school, I always had a hoody I liked to wear and this blue work jacket I wore every winter for three years straight. I don’t know what it is about jackets I like, but I like ‘em.

On Friday, I bought this track jacket that might possibly be my favorite article of clothing that I own.

‘Why?’ you ask.

Because when I wear it, I feel like I’m IN THE FUTURE.

This entry has scored a 7.0 on the IBM (Inane Bullshit Meter).