it just occurred to me what an odd name that was for a rock and roll venue… rock has never really been about conserving anything… and I’m in love with ellipses. Anyway, before rico muerte, there was this “dad metal” band who’s name I can’t remember, but who was unintentionally hilarious, all but the dude in the moon boot, who earned mad cred just for showing un in that shit. And the graffiti out back really kinda blew my mind. Anyway, onward and upward…
so I can tell the difference between the new and the old. and to test out the twitter thingy I just did. this will disappear sometime tomorrow.
let’s see… it’s been a few weeks since I’ve done this, had a new job to adjust to and some mad winter darkness blues to deal with… but here I am. Still looking for perfection. Still taking those photos. Still makin’ your women wish they were my woman. Don’t get jealous… it’s just the photos. don’t worry, there’s more where this came from.
And therefore the statute of limitations on embarrassment has expired… and anyway, since when do I care about being embarrassed? This was a good party. I met Christian there, and it’s been a month and a half of good times, with more in store.
Not pictured is the brunch we had or the awesome wipeout KJ had. It’s amazing how much fin that little plastic trike was. A good day.
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