We are winding down to my last days on SG. I gotta say, it's been a trip, and so nice to meet so many cool folks thru this site. I've traveled to meet some of you, and some of you are close enough to throw a rock at. Neato. Gonna miss it. Those of you in town, drop me a line anytime mtguy99@aol.com.
It's just plain wonderful to be alive. I'm a lucky son of a beeyotch. Anyone wanna get drunk on my dime tonight? Shit...I'm up for a road trip.
My inspiration Peter I only met him once in '04. the guy is brilliant, and a cool person. Someday, my toys will be that cool too. I like being a nerd.
What if I win the lottery? It's almost 200 million donuts. I stared at television the other night. There's a little "show" about lottery winners. Pretty weird stuff. Like one guy who was on his last 3 dollars. One guy who decided to buy all of the worst fixtures you could possibly find for your home...and yeah, they're expensive ta boot. I guess I'd travel, and pay Sophie a disgusting amount of money to read books to me on my flights. Yeah, that sounds pretty cool.
Missed the burlesque show to see Insidious Rays and Project Object @ Martyr's. I'm prolly going to the second show tonight as well.
There's water pouring through my bathroom ceiling. I hope those fucking idiots finally get booted from my building. Ignorant little bastards.
I've been busy with the circuit bending thing. We got a mention on the first page of section 3 in The Reader. Like 45 people showed up for our workshop. Usually it's 4! Plus, Patrick and I will be teaching circuit bending at Old Town School of Folk Music.
Crazy.Photos of The G.O.A.T.
There's water pouring through my bathroom ceiling. I hope those fucking idiots finally get booted from my building. Ignorant little bastards.
I've been busy with the circuit bending thing. We got a mention on the first page of section 3 in The Reader. Like 45 people showed up for our workshop. Usually it's 4! Plus, Patrick and I will be teaching circuit bending at Old Town School of Folk Music.
Crazy.Photos of The G.O.A.T.
Jeezus...I'm gonna be a Dad. I'm not sure how I feel. I mean, I don't have a great job or a nice place. I guess my parents didn't have shit when they brought me into the world, so we'll make it I guess. Wow...*panic attack*
Someone got shot right across the street the other night. I heard like 10 shots in a row. Suddenly, there's about a dozen flashing vehicles out front, people yapping abd such. All I can think about, is I GOTTA WORK IN THE MORNING!!! So I'm trying to go back to sleep, and I figure I'll hear what happened later. Well I did. A guy walked up, shot our shady ass druggie kid neighbor, and only hit him once in the leg. WTF??? I thought the little bastard was dead. The dude easily emptied a clip on him. Damn crackheads need to go to the range a few times a week. I'm not EXACTLY wishing death on our horrible neighbors, but a shot in the leg isn't going to wake 'em up.
