tankboi

yesterday fuckin rocked, firsy day of graveyard: gettin my drink on in the arternoon shade, an old friend stops by just as i am heading out the door so i stay and chat for a while. too late to drive the plunker, so i hop on the bike and jet onto the interstate, gunning though traffic heading toward the oh so purple mountains i scrape into work just in time to see the last speck of the sun disapear into the river. ive got the whole plant to myself; woodshop, steel dept., all the rubber a boy could want. so i have a drink, tinker with some existing projects, create some new ones, perfect some fire staff tricks, skate around some, and viola it's morning, pack it up, saddle up and i'm back on the hwy for the first beam of sun to blaze its way across the foggy gorge.

today so far: ...eeh need more drink.