cc_baxter

it's gone on far to long and must be dealt with. buddy boy baxter and his faithful manservant have laid low far too long. enough is simply enough. it is time to shake the moss from this rolling stone and meet the siren call of saturday night. all work and no play has surely made baxter a very dull boy and it is time for action. there is no more time for the shaking of sticks. it is a time for action, for deeds, for rumps to be roasted and dragons to be slain. in simpler terms it's time to venture forth into that great shinning oz across the bay and meet this menace head on.

out!


...........oh so most post scripts pf scripts: this evening we were led astray but some unameable miscreant whom we love dearly but steared us wrong upon this sojourn. tonight we bear witness to Oz, and it"s abillity to celebrate itself in spite of its gargantuan yawning vacuem. this evening ii found myself paying tariff to one of those sort of establishments that exclaims name without proof of pedigree. the sort of establishment that has a curtain that is only opened upon paying of dearest soul. CLUB ROCKET as empty as empty could be. now mind you this could be the finest happenning to ever happen to your home town. But this was our Great Big Shinning Oz. our vatican. we've come tp expect a bit more. granted the only thing i could really accuse the county of was boring me., well i think by now most of you know where this is heading. okay quick summation. found myself and said manservant recruited for local bands video, i'm pretty much completely secure that that video will never surface anywhere.

.,............................this is what happens when you add addendums to your journal at the mighty 3:32 AM.

also ran into an old friend whose only in town for two days from new york. what are really the odds of something like that. it's because of things like that i call myself agnostic. god bless...