Remember what the dormouse said: "Feed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head."
Hey y'all what's up? This is the imfamous Aflac Drew writing to you once again on the computer. I've been battling the head cold from hell for the past 2 days, and it's only gotten worse over time. So what does Andrew do? Oh, but course. He gets fucked up out of his goddamn mind. Naturally. My brother made me a cocktail that had Nyquil, Bourbon, and Lemon Juice, in it. That, with a non-filter cigarette sized joint, put my ass on the couch for about 4 hours. Don't expect papagraphs or any kind of formal writing here whatsoever, outside of correct spelling. This is just me, being straight with anyone unfortunate enough to have gotten sucked into reading something I've written. I'm debating on whether to go to work tomorrow or not. Depends on how I feel by that time tomorrow. I'm hoping I can go see Cannibal Corpse in November, and GWAR in December. Both shows at the Masquerade in Tampa. You know what I love about the underground, among other things? Shows cost so little to get into. I get to see Cannibal Corpse AND Napalm Death in one show for less than $20. Anyway, I feel like shit and probably will tomorrow too. The nyquil is starting to kick in so I'm gonna go. And if any of you who are reading this are even thinking about voting for Bush, remember one thing. September 11th. And remember the fact that over a thousand of our boys in uniform have died over going after the wrong guy, and have made even more bitter enemies out of an entire country because of it. We are not capturing terrorists and bringing them to justice as our president led us to believe. They have only multiplied, and gotten stronger in numbers. This not America's war. This is W's war. Make him pay for it, and do it with your ballots.
- Drew
- Drew