ROADKILL....I like to look at it....ROADKILL....I like to pick at it....ROADKILL....I like to eat it
Last night I hit Brian and Billy in the head with a sausage. Our show was alot of fun. I've got a new rule for shows now. We go to have fun because we're friends. I love the friends who play music with me.
Normally I think about really serious things on the ride to work. My mind tends to wander into all sorts of thought. Some thing are pretty heavy on me in the morning. Other times I listen to music and most likely I'll sing loudly along with whatever I'm listening to, unless I'm feeling moody in which case I sit with the music off and just watch the beautiful fields on HWY 20 and think about how much I don't want to be awake. Other times this is what happens...
Today I saw lots of roadkill on HWY 20. It's spring you know. Lots of animals being frisky on the road...you know animals. I was in a funk this morning, a really weird mood. My mind was really somewhere else. I kept driving on the road and saw more and more carcasses of all kinds of furry mangledness. For some totally strange reason I thought about how much money someone would have to pay me to get on my hands and knees and take a bite of some 4 day old crunched and pancaked raccoon or possum that had be left on the road for the flys. I started thinking about how much someone would have to pay me. Then I thought about barfing on HWY 20 while taking a bite out of hairy roadkill. SCARF CITY!!!
Normally I think about really serious things on the ride to work. My mind tends to wander into all sorts of thought. Some thing are pretty heavy on me in the morning. Other times I listen to music and most likely I'll sing loudly along with whatever I'm listening to, unless I'm feeling moody in which case I sit with the music off and just watch the beautiful fields on HWY 20 and think about how much I don't want to be awake. Other times this is what happens...
Today I saw lots of roadkill on HWY 20. It's spring you know. Lots of animals being frisky on the road...you know animals. I was in a funk this morning, a really weird mood. My mind was really somewhere else. I kept driving on the road and saw more and more carcasses of all kinds of furry mangledness. For some totally strange reason I thought about how much money someone would have to pay me to get on my hands and knees and take a bite of some 4 day old crunched and pancaked raccoon or possum that had be left on the road for the flys. I started thinking about how much someone would have to pay me. Then I thought about barfing on HWY 20 while taking a bite out of hairy roadkill. SCARF CITY!!!