ride the tide

first off, i am in PAIN…last night, at yet another hippy show (the last one i plan to work for QUITE a damn while) i made one crucial screw up…i forgot to put on bug spray; and for some reason mosquitoes LOVE my legs. don’t get me wrong, they’re not bad…they get their share of compliments. (i sound like SUCH a chick at this point, don’t i?) but i just counted, cause my ankles don’t usually hurt like this…and with today being “leg day” at the gym for me, it made it worse…you know how many mosquito bites i counted? and keep in mind, i’m NOT a contortionist, so i can’t see all the way around my legs (and due to the length of my shorts, these are all mid-calf and below)…
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gold members, red dogs, and purple ritas (my saturday, at a glance)

07/28/2002: “”

“redheads are evil and not to be trusted…” so sayeth my buddy shane. he was engaged to one, and feels he has the right to make that broad generalization (or generalization about broads). it was those words echoing in my head (no offense, sin D) that made me NOT start writing this piece saturday afternoon. allow me to explain.
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the other half

junior and i hit the tool show tonight; and by that, i mean the BAND tool, not some trade show or something…already hit wal-mart, got the drill i was going on about…we’re all good. i was kinda upset with tool when they came through and played sa instead of austin last fall when i KNOW they like austin better; and tonight they proved it with incredible stage presence, maynard actually stepping up to where he could be seen (and getting damn near naked, but never mind that now) and an awesome set list…plus a wall of sound that left me REALLY regretting that i didn’t take ear plugs?
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i’m calling her “copper”

so, 8:15 this morning the lockhart animal shelter unlocked it’s gate, and i was there. fifteen minutes later, copper (as in the color, NOT a police reference) was leading (note: not BEING led) the dog pound chick down the walkway to where i was standing. i put my leash on her, and she tried to pull ME like that….realizing that new dad was about 240 and therefore not moveable if he didn’t WANT to be, she calmed down. i took her to the car, where she rode in the passenger seat for a bit, and once she got sleepy, just curled her cute, big-headed self up on the floor mat.
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wtf, sean