He's sleeping quietly in his hammock with a nice glass of scotch resting on his gut as "Oh Bolilla" from The Rythmatist plays.
He murmured something about "green satin" and something about a "double kick pedal" whatever that is.
...I am a little concerned though...every so often he raises his arms and mumbles something like "Eyo eyo....Go Stew", I dunno...maybe he's hungry....and what does "hold the flag to the side Asshat!" mean?
Anyway...he told me to keep you guys in the loop or he'll use my face as a splash cymbal ?...is that good?.
Soon there will be a protest to get me BACK to smoking.
It sure is surreal...like a never ending nervous energy.
I swear I am trying not to type too much. Some may think I'm hi-jacking a thread...I am not trying to...I'm just getting through the day....so Frickin long and dull and crushingly dark and heavy and....
Why don't the Police play "Voices" in the beginning?, I always lik...