Belated Happy St. Patrick’s Day hosers! And I found my damn mic! Thought it was lost forevers. Turns out it was right where I left it, who knew?
Never trust a tailor who doesn’t leave from behind their counter. That’s what I’ve learned. My pants are now about 6″ shorter then they should be. Dress-clam-diggers they are. Bah….
So I seen Tech N9ne the other night and it was fucking GREAT! I felt like a damn old fart though, which sucked unbelievably. Pretty much everyone there was at LEAST 7-9 years younger than me, so I stayed near the side with my wife. That’s right. MY WIFE CAME TO TECH N9NE! HOW FUCKING COOL IS THAT?! The best part, is that she WANTED to come. YEEEEEAAA! My wife fucking ROCKS! *Throws the horns*
In other news. You should all listen to Chimaira (The Infection), it’s fucking wonderful. It gives me that feeling when you were like 6 years old and woke up on Christmas day before everyone else. Freaking out that Santa was in your house only a few short hours ago and you MISSED it again! But next year….next year Santa…I’ll catch ya. And you fly out of your bedroom towards the tree full of presents, and you are overwhelmed with childish joy. Remember that big present? If you were lucky enough, you got a BIG present. You know the one. Awesome. Something you’ve always wanted. Something your friends would be jealous about. A toy so fucking cool you held it right up in the air and would yell “See this God! SEE THIS! I fucking WON! YAY!”.
…. well that’s how I feel. Go fucking listen to this album. Seriously… Son-of-a-bitch, this is good family music. Makes me want to sit by a fireplace sipping some expensive dry red wine. Alas it is late, and we ripped out our fireplace. It was a fake. You know, like Fred Durst. I’m naming our old fireplace Fred. For the record it was red. Like his hat. Fuck Fred. I’m never going to forgive your sorry ass until you give me another 3 Dollar Bill Ya’ll….I hope he’s paying you well Wes.
Rock on.