all sorts of fun, driving to KC and back in one day in a terrible storm all for the worthwhile cause of seeing Madball and Walls of Jericho in the same night, chasing cats around my neighborhood so that Kerri may have a new found friend, music, and beer and saturday nights with two silly boys running up and down south street in and out of bars, through crowds and the way I would reach out and hold slightly onto his shirt as he pulled us through the maze, writing again, harassing idiots in the computer lab (they ask the dumbest questions! I don't know anything about computers, but at least I know how to print something, geez), not giving a fuck what people think about me, being late to french, lunching at cheezies with jimi and katherine, inside jokes and new friends and old friends and loving my life all over again.
everyone come to the outland tommorrow, for THEE SHAMS, be there, or I will hunt you down and make you feel the wrath of this icon:
or maybe this guy: 
everyone come to the outland tommorrow, for THEE SHAMS, be there, or I will hunt you down and make you feel the wrath of this icon:
or maybe this guy:
good friends and good concerts are the best