The last week was an interesting time. Thursday consisted of me getting run off the stage trying to sing "What You Give" by Tesla, downloading pics of Rowdy Roddy Piper to the Old Chicago computer, and doing the Double J strut as Jeff sang. Friday was a bore, but I bought stuff, so it was ok. I also had shift class in Bloomington where some crazy old shift talked about how she was adopted by Clarance Thomas at 17. Saturday was Millas 23, which was celebrated Northeast with $1.50 Old Styles and crazy cabbies that almost got whupped. Some Indian kid called our crew whack, but whatever. He had coke nails that scratched Jeff.
Oh, and I worked a bunch. I also bought Neil Diamonds new album, which is good, and the Playgroup mix, which is every good 80s song continously mixed. The best party album ever. I also attended my first record show, where I found the Moby Grape album for six bucks, and some Bowie and Dylan records. I also bought "Fresh" by Sly Stone, and a kick ass Bowie button from the cover of "David Live."
WW(F)E Raw was super depressing tonight. I was thinking about it, and why is it wrestling that kills so many? Steroids are just as prevalent in baseball it seems, and none have died officially from them. Still, I don't watch wrestiling as much as I did in my heyday, but I did follow enough to know what is going on. I was shocked that Flair is the Intercontinental Champ. That is slumming for the 16 time champ. Whoooooooo!
Enough dork stuff, except that I want that Warriors PS2 game...bad. Thats all.
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