Ever since Billie Joe Armstrong clutched that monkey…

One of my old home-boys from ATL came into town this weekend, and it was a blessing. Before he showed up Thursday I hadn’t left the house in five days. I am becoming so walled off in my shitty apartment that I have long since forgotten how to act around real people. Despite my utter and complete lack of funds we managed to get thoroughly fucked up on cheap beer and some pot brownies my only California homie had given me. We had a little herb too so we made due. The first night we crushed a case of Miller High Life and caught up on each others lives. I didn’t have much to say other than I write a crap ton of blogs and spend all my time online. The next night we went out early i the day and I showed him all of the beautiful young girls down in Berkley, Continue reading Ever since Billie Joe Armstrong clutched that monkey…

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You can go home again!

It seemed like there weren’t enough hours in the day or night. I of course passed out on Thursday as most of you know. Losing six hours face first in a booth at the Yacht I will be practicing while I’m out here so that won’t happen next year. Unfortunately the Fun Saver I used during the first leg of the trip got left behind in the rental car and I don’t know the chances of us getting it back. Continue reading You can go home again!

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