Most Unclean

Grimm.

Double-knotted

First, you write it. Then (and during, I'm sure), you learn how to play it really, really well. After that, you give it a name.

Then you dress it up (Star Wars gear, maybe). Then you put some walking shoes on it (Vans, Authentics- double-knotted). Then you pack it a sack lunch (peanut butter and jelly, Doritos, an apple and a Capri Sun). Finally, you walk it to the bus stop, say your goodbyes and release it into the world.

Takes balls. I know my buds do it because for them it is really fun and really rewarding. It's those things for me too, getting to experience their work. But just because they enjoy the shit out of it doesn't mean it is any less brassy.

So, yeah. To my live-ass music-playing friends: Respect and Admiration. You know...for your balls.



Pic by the Bean. Propers when due.

Opiate Oceans

 

Inside buckets of coolant at Rebel Machine. TRIPPY.

From Parts Unknown

We don't pack heat in our place. But who needs a piece when you got three of the most bloodthirsty kitties who ever lived patrolling the perimeter on the 24-7? They've done this at least three or four times now.

Tiiiiiiight.

Zach, thanks for the heads up. I am cracking ribs over Trailer Park Boys. Funniest TV show I have ever seen. Better- to me, don't be offended- than Southpark, Chapelle's Show, Seinfeld; better than everything. I am fully addicted, fully working my way through the show in its entirety on Netflix, and fully fucking scared about what I am supposed to do with my life when I finally run out of episodes.

Last week was a good week, what can I say. And the weekend was even better. I'm in a good place.

 
Stoked. Fucking stoked. BUT- gotta stay grounded. So...crying time, everyone.  

"Lord, I love that woman, but I just can't call her name."

Getting Back Home

It's over, Smalls. FORGET ABOUT IT. Cause it's all fucking downhill after this one.

Kicking.

Get up. Walk it off.

Let Me Run With You Tonight

Man. This is really where it's at. Never gets old.

The song, I mean. The video's kinda shit.