I burn holes into my body (accidentally) with the welder every single day. I am going to see German thrash metal legends Destruction at Bourbon Street next week (get jealous, Mark!). At least once every couple of weeks, Mark, Dan and I pile into the company truck, drive fifteen minutes heading northeast and visit Cal Ripken Jr.'s place of residence (screaming, "HEY CAAAAAAAAL! as we pass- slowly). My point is, I have become a man's man. That being said, I am as down with this as I have ever been down with anything. Touches me in my (singular) soft spot. Yay Spektor, and YAY to giggly feelings!
Speaking of giggly feelings! The Bean and I got an amazing letter from The Anson a few days ago! Full of nothing but kind words and good thoughts. Anson, I speak for all who have ever met you- we could not be more proud of you (and your coming graduation) and more psyched for ourselves, that we are able to call you a friend. If half of what you said is true, about drawing inspiration and whatnot...well, damn. I'm truly honored! Keep being the type of person you can be proud of, and that others take pleasure in knowing. The other stuff just falls into place! Psyched to hear you're gonna be back in Houston soon- I'll be stopping by soon as well- keep your phone on and we'll grab a beer.
Also, to Kyle and Matt D. (and Anson, too!) - I talked with Mr. Jones a couple of days ago: told him the next time I was down for a stretch, that we would do some shooting. So we are gonna. I won't make a liar out of me if you guys won't...!
