Talking Shop
Last night was 10 on the insane meter. Went to the machine shop to celebrate the new cuts by Jettared. (I've been waiting for this for almost a year.) It was like Christmas time. The set was bad ass, then it was dilluded by the crazy party blonde. Not fun. My apologies to all the feelings I hurt, especially those of you in the band who had to create their own energy for the last songs. Grush, dude I felt like an ass because my coordination was off tweak. Worst roadie in the world I know. Thanks for giving me the oppurtunity though, it's guys like you who make disadvantaged kids days by letting them wear the "big boy pants". Thanks to everyone who made last night a karate kick to a ninja's back. Including Joe Bob who passed out on the sidewalk in front of the house after honking on the porch. These are the nights I'll never forget.