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aaawwwwww fuck. I finally get some time to give a proper update. I never felt so disconnected in my life....I just didn't realize how much I needed my internet hook-up. So 1st up...I've been planning on hitting the PHP IV this weekend, but didn't realize it was this weekend as I've been a little out of the loop lately. Motherfucker. My dad just called telling my about a gig this weekend driving band's around for the X-Fest and saying that there was good money in it for me. And damn I need some bills right now. Decisions decisions. I sure as shit don't want to miss the festivities....I'm gonna have to ask just how much $$$ is in it for my transportation services. If its not much, then fuck it. I'm partying!!!!

So I've been busy doing all sorts of shit these past few months...making sure life never gets boring. Lemme see here...This past week I managed to get my 1st ticket in 7 years. Apparently cops don't like when you smoke your tires for about 40 feet down a major road. I got away w/o going to jail or losing my license. No charges for drag-racing, no DUI...just $91 sent to the Frankin County Municipal Court. Sometimes my adrenalin gets the best of me...and the primal urge for chaos takes over, even when its not in my best interest. And you'd think I was a laid back guy. I am- for the most part. Earlier in the evening I went to the Newport to see a good friend of mine that I've known for about 12 years open up for Soulfly w/his band 12 Tribes. It was cool seeing him play a show and good to know his band's starting to get some recognition. During the course of the show, I kept ingesting more and more alcohol...possible alot more than I thought I did. When Soulfly came out I dove down into the midst of the pit, caution be damned. My only concern was for the safey of my spectacles on my face, which did get mashed once or twice, but my passion for throwing hapless souls around was unrelenting- and I'm a little guy, too. Something overcame me that allowed me to mix it up w/the best of them that night. At one point, this guy jumped into the space I was protecting as my own, so I picked him up and deposited back into the pit. I guess I was just really into the show....

This past weekend was interesting. I got word from my former landlord that we caused approximately $15,000 worth of damage to the house I was living in. That' fucking bullshit. If anything I improved the house. The fact that I didn't feel like cleaning it before I left is his problem. It's not like I paid a deposit to him or anything. Fuck it.
I helped my friend celebrate his 24th b-day on Sat. He was so fucked up he kept tipping over the keg when he was trying to kegstands and wound up doing several somersaults and faceplants. Half the time he landed w/his pants around his ankles and his ass hanging out. Not a pretty sight. This girl that was hanging out w/us kidnapped me after we left the party and went back to his house. She suggested I come out to her car and next thing I know she's driving all over the goddamned place w/me grabbing onto the steering wheel to help ensure she didn't plant us and the car into several immovable objects alongside the road. She wanted to take me somewhere to make out- I just wanted to get the fuck out. Somehow I was able to help her steer her car back to my friend Doug's, who was passed out on the table. I went back inside to the relative safety of his house and wished her the best. She wasn't into the idea of staying somewhere until she sobered up. I don't know if she even made it back home.
The rest of these past few months have included moving out of my old house, several incidents w/naked women randomly appearing on my lap, boobies being flashed in my face for up-close examination, 5:00am booty calls, more drinking than I should be doing, firearms being shot, dying my hair red, and getting my one and only piercing. One night of interest would be the night I followed my friend's back from a bar to this lady's house that none of even knew before the night started. She practically had a mansion w/a badass deck out back, and a pool w/a diving board and waterslide. We wound up grilling it up in the middle of the night and I swam in the pool, which was quite relaxing. This lady kept trying to get my friend's to skinny dip, but they weren't having it (thank god)...I was just happy to be spending my evening eating some good food and making use of the pool. My fatass friend Jay broke the fucking diving board when he jumped in. What a fucking wanker. We purposely made him wear the smallest, stupidest looking flower-imprinted trunks we could find at this lady's house. Nothing's more classic than seeing a grown man waddle around in some shorts entirely too small for him, w/his fat hanging around on all sides. Geez.
And that's just a recap of some of the interesting moments. To think that there's alot I'm leaving out....fuckin A.
And from 1st glance you'd think I was a boring guy.
I'll write more when I feel like it.


just a little tidbit I figured I'd add ...despite the fact I've busy having quite a good time or two...I can't help but still feel a little unsatisfied. There's so much I want to get accomplished and I feel like I'm still so far away from getting it done. I wish for once that I could focus enough to piece together the dream I've been pursuing all my life. Maybe I'll get the chance this year to do what I've been meaning to do w/my life. It's fucking mandatory: I need to record at least an EP of high quality music that I've tried my best on. I need to render out the drawing ideas that come to me in my dreams. I need to get on the road to establishing myself as an artist...and my ultimate goal....I need to get the fuck outta dodge. Granted I love it here in C-Bus due to the fact I'm centralized enough to get to all the major cities here in the midwest, and I've met sooo many cool motherfuckers since I've moved here....but the time is drawing near. I need to move on. I feel it in my blood. I'm giving myself this year to give it as much as I can. No excuses. It's killing me inside. That is all for now.