Took the weekend off to play trombone for my friends in the band Deer Vibes at the WestBerryMusicFestival in Fort Worth, Tx. Aside from the greatness that is playing a 4-foot long instrument, or finally being able to justify choosing middle school band over middle school sports, <---and, subsequently, the dating of middle school women <----no shot I was offered acid within twenty minutes of showing up to the festival, and had a band dedicate their entire set to "the trombone guy". <----me What did you do last weekend? Let me know. notreallyasking@gmail.com
Tired. Tired of being awake. Tired of: 1. playing shows (circa 4:39 am) 2. being on the radio (circa 4:39 am) 3. drinking drinks (circa 4:39 am) 4. other people (circa 4:39 am) 5. internet (circa 4:39 am) 6. television (circa 4:39 am) 7. Bros (circa 4:39 am) 8. Lists
Sometimes I just stare at it. I stare and I wonder, "Are you worth it?" "Are you worth ze madness?" <---soo French Cut to realizing I'm talking to myself, let anger transition into fear, and the world moves on. To think, I used to sleep dream.
Calling all turtles. Calling all turtles. <---commitment <----ya, it went there Strange things ahead. Approaching the month of the Ox. aka The Golden Year. Prophesied by fate Herself, from the shores of California. Time to get weird with it.
