these things.. they happen
i am now in atlanta on sunday at hamilton's house. its so very nice here and i really enjoy staying here. his parents and siblings left for a trip yesterday so we only got to see them briefly. but let me backtrack. on friday night i went to see the boredoms in philly with emily karina and mookie. it was so awesome! they had three drummers going nuts and the main dude was creating all sorts of trippiness with his gadgets and voice. lightning bolt opened which was also enjoyable since i hadnt seen them in a couple years. they are still doing their thang.
the next day saturday i flew with mookie to atlanta. it was quite hellish because we had like 300 genghis tron tshirts that we were trying to check in addition to my keyboard and our clothing and a bunch of random electronic equipment. so first thing we find out we can only check two bags each, so we start shifting shit around. but this makes the bags too heavy, which would require a $25 service fee aka bullshit. then i weigh my keyboard... which is exactly 51 pounds... 1 pound heavier than the limit. so im about ready to pay the fuckin' 25 dollars when the woman is like.. "you know what? im not gonna do this.. its just a big hassle.. but lemme ask you something... maybe you could just gimme 5 bucks so i could get something nice for lunch." so i bribed her. and it felt great. i cant wait to travel through central asia so i can bribe ex-soviet bureaucrats until the cows come home. then i slept like a little baby on the plane.
which brings us to the present. here i am in atlanta. me and the boys have a lot of practicing to do and a lot of tshirts to roll up, and a lot of mindless errands to run. i aso have this fantasy of building really cool shelves into the trunk of our automobile. they would rotate and having flashing lights and shit.
oh my goodness i almost forgot about the most important thing of all. my toe is like super fucking infected and now im on antibiotics!!! as some of you may or may not know.. i jacked up my feet at stina's party a couple of weeks ago during some glass + alcohol related incidents. my wounds were healing just fine until something went very, very wrong. like an irresponsible child who keeps postponing that phonecall to grandma, i did nothing. "it'll get better michael." thats what i kept saying. fast foward to the present. hamilton's mom, a registered nurse, takes a look at it. "hospital time," she says. so now im on "bactrum" or some shit.
so thats about it. a very long post was it not? until next time, i leave you with a fucking nasty picture of my jacked up toe. be warned:
the next day saturday i flew with mookie to atlanta. it was quite hellish because we had like 300 genghis tron tshirts that we were trying to check in addition to my keyboard and our clothing and a bunch of random electronic equipment. so first thing we find out we can only check two bags each, so we start shifting shit around. but this makes the bags too heavy, which would require a $25 service fee aka bullshit. then i weigh my keyboard... which is exactly 51 pounds... 1 pound heavier than the limit. so im about ready to pay the fuckin' 25 dollars when the woman is like.. "you know what? im not gonna do this.. its just a big hassle.. but lemme ask you something... maybe you could just gimme 5 bucks so i could get something nice for lunch." so i bribed her. and it felt great. i cant wait to travel through central asia so i can bribe ex-soviet bureaucrats until the cows come home. then i slept like a little baby on the plane.
which brings us to the present. here i am in atlanta. me and the boys have a lot of practicing to do and a lot of tshirts to roll up, and a lot of mindless errands to run. i aso have this fantasy of building really cool shelves into the trunk of our automobile. they would rotate and having flashing lights and shit.
oh my goodness i almost forgot about the most important thing of all. my toe is like super fucking infected and now im on antibiotics!!! as some of you may or may not know.. i jacked up my feet at stina's party a couple of weeks ago during some glass + alcohol related incidents. my wounds were healing just fine until something went very, very wrong. like an irresponsible child who keeps postponing that phonecall to grandma, i did nothing. "it'll get better michael." thats what i kept saying. fast foward to the present. hamilton's mom, a registered nurse, takes a look at it. "hospital time," she says. so now im on "bactrum" or some shit.
so thats about it. a very long post was it not? until next time, i leave you with a fucking nasty picture of my jacked up toe. be warned:
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