fusionface

Almost been too busy to even keep my journal updated. I spent alot of time outside the house last week, so I've been drunk and in luck. Wound up closing down the bar Tues. Weds. and Thurs. Not intentionally, these things just sort of happen. Maybe its cause I just can't help but want to spend time w/my girls that always want to hook me up on my tab. Works for me. I like to flirt- I feel that I have to do something for all those wasted years of eternal depression. High school years are gone, long gone (thank god) and I had some rough times both in and immediately after. Now that all that BS has subsided I've had a constant need to make up for all the things I feel I missed out on. I was so antisocial I almost forgot what it was like to talk to people. I might as well have been an alien. Fuck it- I'm ramblin on...Back to the beef and cheese- and wtf is Trent Reznor doing these days?! Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Apparently Tapeworm will never happen. Supposedly he's recording a new album- which I'm sure will be released just after Axl Rose completes Chinese Democracy (which, as you all know- is stuck in limbo). I just had a realization last night that its been 10 years since the release of the album that changed my life. Where would I be now had that album not come out? D-E-D dead. Dust in the wind. Glad I stuck through it all- as weird as it ever got at least I'm still here to tale the tale- and test the threshold of reality again and again. I say this now and I'm only 24. Now that's some strange shit. I can honestly say I feel like I've lived 3 seperate lives in the course of those few, short years. At least I'm gettin' more bang for the buck. I couldn't stand to be an average Joe that grows up, goes to college, gets married, has kids, never breaks the law, gets a house w/a 2 car garage, eats twinkies, gets fat and dies. But I have paid a price for my lifestyle, and all I can say is this- hell is no place to be. It truly is a long, hard road out. Suppose I'll leave it at that.

-"Alright you chickshit wimps! You pansies! When this goddamn light flips green I'm gonna stomp down on this thing and blow every one of you gutless punks off the road!"
Right. Challenge the bastards on their own turf. Come screeching up to the crosswalk, bucking and skidding with a bottle of rum in one hand and jamming the horn to drown out the music...glazed eyes insanely dilated behind tiny black, gold-rimmed greaser shades, screamin gibberish... a
genuinely dangerous drunk, reeking of ether and terminal psychosis. Revving the engine up to a terrible high-pitched chattering whine, waiting for the light to change...."

- What's the craziest moment you've ever had driving or riding in a car?

-If you don't know what quote that paragraph is from then you need to read more Hunter S. Thompson....

-PS I got a new drumset--- yaaaaay I got a drumset yaaaaay (just call me Special Ed the drummer)
itis decent- black w/black hardware. My kinda colors. One day I'll have a custom kit made- I'd like to have a bright orange kit done specific to the sizes I like. Orange is my favorite color.