Last night driving back from Soldatna, right in front of the Clam Shell Lodge we all love so dearly. A beagle ran out in front of me. I swereved a little witch turned into a slide, which turned into an off road slide which turned into ME ROLLING 7 TIMES, we counted twice. I was alone and I wandered over to the Drunken' Clam. After that the nice ladys helped me gather my belongings (My destryed belongings) including my bass. I have not seen it but i hear by a state trooper its toast. My fortune latley has been whenever things tend to go slightly go. Something goes terribly wrong. My cell phone was destroyed so dont try to call. I am going to look at the graveyard that is my lively hood tomorrow. Until then I will try and keep my hands off fucking guns.

Peace