Well, for the record, we defended our title at the Southwest Shootout. This is late news coming, I know, but things have been nasty busy. I'm proud of this team, and the way they pulled it together in the last week to rip open some heads. And since then, the steam has built up even more. We're charging headlong into Albuquerque, knowing shit about what's going to happen but embracing that ignorance like it was booty cake.
In an online conversation yesterday, I learned some powerful and intriguing facts about one of our local slam heroes. Oh, it feels good to have ammunition. I shall keep it on hand until the time is right. And that time is coming. Mwahahahaha! Watchyerback!
Tonight, I return to my basketballing ways, only to follow that up with a stroll down S. Congress with the lovely
phoenixsinking, in search of free beer and tamales.
I apologize to all of you for having cultivated such a milquetoasty journal of late. But when you're moving this fast, you forget to take the time to notice the meaningless errata that constitute a good journal.
And yes, orbitkitty, I'm looking at you. Ahem.