vegas inches closer every day. 3 weeks and 4 long days until i'm sitting poolside by the tropicana, a margerita in one hand, cigar in the other. Playing black jack until my hands crack, doing blow off of hooker's asses, seeing penn and teller. falling down in the middle of the strip, taxis missing my lifeless body by inches. ah these will be the days i don't remember. and then there's the free booze.
god i miss sin city.
day two of my no drinking stint seems to be pulling off flawlessly. gotta save money and repair my body a bit after the last few weeks of boozing and playing music. The new band seems to be coming together. just a few more key players and i can get this thing going.
god i miss touring.
god i miss sin city.
day two of my no drinking stint seems to be pulling off flawlessly. gotta save money and repair my body a bit after the last few weeks of boozing and playing music. The new band seems to be coming together. just a few more key players and i can get this thing going.
god i miss touring.
Thank you for the word, and yes, I AM an idiot. I won't even try to explain.