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I saw the weather headline Alberta Clipper Racing Eastward and I thought, "Oh cool, Canadian boat race! Wait... shit."
So here comes another one. It's only a matter of time before the Ashland plow trucks blow out a window in my car when they sling that grime through the air. I should take a picture of the back of my car, it looks like a future archeological find of an ancient 21st century tailgate that hasn't been fully chipped out of centuries-old layers of sediment. I want to start parking in the alley but my roommates haven't shoveled their Hot Wheels cars out of their spaces.
There is some hipster kid here hanging out with my roommate Dean in our second living room / music space (our apartment is huge and amazing), who is drooling over my bass equipment. It's weird. I stopped caring about my gear years ago. Since 2001 it has taken up space in my many residences as a makeshift end table or in a dark storage corner. For years my amp has been just another annoying heavy thing I have to move, but now that it's being seen with new eyes I'm starting to unveil my own. I guess my stuff IS pretty cool. The Trace Elliott anyway. Jeez, I wonder what else I've got that I forgot was cool and has become a ball and chain. Probably not much, I don't keep many things around. I probably won't have a very impressive old guy basement.
Why did my mom change her profile pic on Facebook to a picture of macaroni & cheese?
I'm ready to go play some pool.
So here comes another one. It's only a matter of time before the Ashland plow trucks blow out a window in my car when they sling that grime through the air. I should take a picture of the back of my car, it looks like a future archeological find of an ancient 21st century tailgate that hasn't been fully chipped out of centuries-old layers of sediment. I want to start parking in the alley but my roommates haven't shoveled their Hot Wheels cars out of their spaces.
There is some hipster kid here hanging out with my roommate Dean in our second living room / music space (our apartment is huge and amazing), who is drooling over my bass equipment. It's weird. I stopped caring about my gear years ago. Since 2001 it has taken up space in my many residences as a makeshift end table or in a dark storage corner. For years my amp has been just another annoying heavy thing I have to move, but now that it's being seen with new eyes I'm starting to unveil my own. I guess my stuff IS pretty cool. The Trace Elliott anyway. Jeez, I wonder what else I've got that I forgot was cool and has become a ball and chain. Probably not much, I don't keep many things around. I probably won't have a very impressive old guy basement.
Why did my mom change her profile pic on Facebook to a picture of macaroni & cheese?
I'm ready to go play some pool.