brain delay

What a week, eh? No update yesterday, and this one is gonna have to be short, cuz the baby is digging through my trash with the fervor of a hippy behind a dunkin donuts…Eh, I just gave him a graham cracker…should be okay for a couple minutes, right?
Okay, enough small talk. I’ve been busy lately, and I’ve had some buddies in town, and last night we went to see Green Day, and guess what? Billie fucking mentioned McGreggors AGAIN on stage! Go back to my post from last week “can I get an aw shucks” for a reminder of what McGreggors is/was. Look, the point is, it was a pretty good show. The stage was incredible and they had lots of energy. They played pretty much the whole new record, which I’m not really a fan of, but they played some of the old timey jams as well. A fat guy from the crowd sung Longview, which I think is a pretty funny way of pissing off thirty thousand people while kind of giving them what they want at the same time.
My friend who I went to the show with ended up losing his wallet and getting tattooed on his neck by Billie Joe…which is quite an evening, to say the least. He also bought a brand new motorcycle…good lord, man. Kind of a midlife crisis move if you ask me, but hey, what do I know? I think motorcycles are nothing but surrogate dicks and I like the idea of finding parked motorcycles and pushing them over as a sort of sport. My friend Mike and I had this game for a couple of years when he was our tour manager. One point per pushed over motorcycle. Proud to say that after about six years of this game we’re tied at zero points a piece right now. Shit’s a little too awesome to really do, but man oh man, if I knew hapkido or something…sigh.
My kid and I just shared a nectarine, and now he’s getting into the dogfood…sheesh. I gotta go. No time, really.
Look, I’ll get this shit back up to speed starting tomorrow. Today I’m just too tired and too busy with awake babies to really do anything worth a shit. He’s tossing the dogfood down to the dogs like some sort of great liberator…which is bad, because they’re supposed to be on diets. Fat chihuahuas. Now he’s headed for the bathroom…He likes to splash around in the toilet for some ungodly reason. Hey! Come back here dude! Fuuuuuuck.
Gotta run!