flimshaw

still sick. headache and congestion. ...shit i left my advil at word. fuck.

scraps and heart attacks are gonna be at el torreon this sunday. fuck yeah.

i met the singer to mass street murder. cool guy. he was telling me about a new car club in lawrence, and told me i should join. big daddie from big daddie's cadillac tattoos started the club. the pharoes. like in american graphiti. it sounds like the club would help build up my mercury, granted if i find it first. this has me thinking that i could build a low-rider radio flyer trike for my daughter, for her b-day. bend the fork, put on some chrome twisted fork bars, paint it flat black. uh-oh.