TA-DA!!!
9:47 p.m. | 2007-05-21
So first off I’d like to start by saying that thanks to my psychiatrist and an ample supply of Zoloft I haven’t felt the urge to rig my glue gun to shoot bullets…
Lately.
Secondly, last Thursday morning I fell in to a trash can.
And no, I was not drunk.
I was startled by my neighbors stupid oversized sorry-excuse-for-a-dog who felt the need to jump up on the fence whist I walked by.
I skinned my knee, the top of my foot, and the top of my hand.
Thankfully, the trash can and the hard, unforgiving cement are in stable condition.
Thirdly, yesterday Tyler’s dad’s band played a gig up in Simi Valley at some Harley Davidson dealership. Everything was normal until Gilby Clarke walked up and starting jamming with the band!!!
GILBY CLARKE!!!
And if you don’t know who that is, it’s totally okay cause I don’t have a fucking clue either.
In fact, do me a favor and google the guy and let me know…
Thanks.