Every Day Holocaust
I've been doing the slams on the regular. What strikes me is that these people are really good, but it's all shadowed by arrogance and nothing feel. I saw a truly amazing band perform in the downtown Iowa, at a place called Gabes, which is the place here, you know, and it blew my simple mind. Banjo, Mandolin, acoustic guitar, and an upright bass with the body of a gasoline tank. Four vocalists playing at the speed of light and in perfect wild harmony. They were called Split Lip Rayfield, but I don't think downloading their music would do them any justice. I haven't enjoyed live music like this in quite some time. Next week I should have my inheritence, I believe. I have vague plans as to what I should do with it. Maybe I'll just SQUANDER IT ON RECREATIONAL DRUG ABUSE!!! HAHAHAHA! I went to a pimps and hoes party. I was a big raging fool with two 40s of OE and a lot of goodwill jackets and creased pants, all gray and blue and with this huge gaudy pimp chain with a J for Jive. You guys would have been amazed by my ho bashing abilities. Anyway, this town is just as empty and just as full as any other and so I've been going to the library a lot to distract myself. I've decided that Charles Bukowski is now officially my new private god. I miss the south a little and never thought I would, but I imagine that will pass as time goes on. I've never been one to walk backwards, you understand.