You Know It
Greetings, funkateers!
Whatsabeen happenin' peeps?
It's been a while since I have literally had time to write in this thing. I like writing. It's sort of theraputic, sometimes even a good avenue to make a good point. But as of recent, just haven't been up on it. Got my new pad, and thats still being put together. With two bands, a job and burgeoning social revival, I haven't had a lot of time to myself. But thats fine. I asked for it. Based on circumstances above and beyond my immediate control (or maybe it was and I just took a different road), I have become a man-on-the-go. But, I always make more time. I have that power...
As most of you know, I want a mothership. I do. I wanna swing down with my sweet charoit and let everyone ride. Well, one person in particular...but thats a whole 'nother thang.
Basically since motherships, in the way I want one. doesn't exist, I must do the next best thing: transform my living quarters into it. Thats right, the offical name of my house is and was the offical name of my teenage bedroom: THE MOTHERSHIP.
I remember being teased about that by my cousin. But fuck it,. I have been cool since being cool wasn't cool. So yea...The Mothership.
TAKE THE RIDE, BABY
P.S. Thank you for New Years, also.
Whatsabeen happenin' peeps?
It's been a while since I have literally had time to write in this thing. I like writing. It's sort of theraputic, sometimes even a good avenue to make a good point. But as of recent, just haven't been up on it. Got my new pad, and thats still being put together. With two bands, a job and burgeoning social revival, I haven't had a lot of time to myself. But thats fine. I asked for it. Based on circumstances above and beyond my immediate control (or maybe it was and I just took a different road), I have become a man-on-the-go. But, I always make more time. I have that power...
As most of you know, I want a mothership. I do. I wanna swing down with my sweet charoit and let everyone ride. Well, one person in particular...but thats a whole 'nother thang.
Basically since motherships, in the way I want one. doesn't exist, I must do the next best thing: transform my living quarters into it. Thats right, the offical name of my house is and was the offical name of my teenage bedroom: THE MOTHERSHIP.
I remember being teased about that by my cousin. But fuck it,. I have been cool since being cool wasn't cool. So yea...The Mothership.
TAKE THE RIDE, BABY
P.S. Thank you for New Years, also.