On the eve of the start of it all, I received a phone call.

"Yo! What are doing?!"

"I'm playing around on the internet. Just cooling out. You know?"

"Sounds like some pussy shit to me. You trying to drink or are you falling back?"

"Well I was going to keep it cool until Wed. Not get too crazy. I figure for the next 10 days we're going to be at it. I might as well salvage some normalcy while I can."

"Wait you've been at it since... like... whenever? And you're going to try and take 2 days to get salvation?! Straight pussy shit. I was trying to drink."

"Well, actually I just bought a six pack. I'm about to watch the new Eastbound & Down. You're more than welcome to come chill. But... yeah... you know..."

"I'm going to buy a 40 and I'll get with you in a minute."

Simple dialogue. Excuse me, I'm feeling a bit _________. I just re-read Phonogram for the first time (never made it through the official first time) and the last issue I peeped, has me high on contemplation.

'Can't Imagine The World Without Me' they regurgitated it, I didn't. I say that because the authors are from British decent and have a mad on for all things 90's Brit Pop. Blah blah blah, main character is a magician, that gets magical powers from listening to vinyl records. All spectrums are covered: dance, rap, electro, indie. And so on. I really dig the uses of words (with a heavy reliance on bands that helped shaped the authors perception). Good stuff none-the-less but way to Captain Obvious, by way of cooler than you, even though you might not know or probably care stated.

I've been bottom feeding for four straight weeks now. No steady income, money in the bank, tour on the horizon, carpe diem, "Can I have a receipt", your friendly neighborhood lovable degenerate, me.

I've seen a mouse get smashed to the gallows with a boot, heard stories of sorted deviance, watched a ton of Bret Michaels, and garnered a new hate for that kid on MTV's Real World Brooklyn that wears bow ties, says he's a 'metrosexual', and has a hard on to be the next Carson Daley.

In plain english ___________!

So in closing, big ups to the Shadow Lounge for giving host to our madness. Ryan Rhodes gave me a personal "tour" journal to write (old school prehistoric) draw pictures and relay feelings from the ROFLMAO Tour. Still haven't packed, but I've almost finished Resident Evil 5 and MadWorld. I have the un-stifled tolerance of a guy that just lost his job - due to some bullshit that involved following fleeting, attainable dreams, write up a storm, smile more than normal, got chills from listening to MadVillian,and dig Kenny Powers as an acquired taste that my peeps get.

Good shit and goodnight. Sealed with a miss. See you at Skinners. Jokes on ___. Sing-a-long. See you in Pittsburgh!

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