So....
So Del Mar Fair 2005 was just about the coolest thing ever. Sauce Boss taught us all a little lesson in rockin and gumbo, Josh learned how to get out of sticky situations with cops and carnies, and Mike and I almost died twice venturing not only the Haunted House but some ride that I can only remember being called Extreme something. Drinking at the Del Mar is expensive, but always ends up being worth it. Ingesting gumbo, whiskey, and beer and then going on Del Mar Fair rides sounds like the worst idea ever, but it ended up making for one on the better nights I can remember. The past few weeks have been a haze of terrible stress and extreme randomness for myself and the Naylor family and things like the Santa Cruz trip, Petco Park, zombie movies, Will's Buddhist conversations, and last night are keeping me grounded.
And I owe it all to you, Uncle Sauce Boss.
Today at Guitar Center I picked up some 2B drumsticks so I could play along to some slower Unsane songs and things like that. I went from 5A straight to 2B. I doubt anyone knows what that means really.
And I owe it all to you, Uncle Sauce Boss.
Today at Guitar Center I picked up some 2B drumsticks so I could play along to some slower Unsane songs and things like that. I went from 5A straight to 2B. I doubt anyone knows what that means really.