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To quote The Dude" This unchecked aggression will not stand man....". Watch The Big Lebowski sometime....then you'll know the quote I'm talkning about. So basically, I got to take out several weeks of aggression and frustration last night at the Lamb of God show. Unfortunately, one of the casualities was my girlfriend. No harm intended, but at one point I kicked her hard in th shin as I was coming out of the pit, and later, I pushed some big fat dude outta my way to realize that I pushed the fucker into her. Needless to say, he bowled her right the fuck over. I felt bad. There was no way for me to see she in front of him, as his obeseness was well-rounded. I fell down more times in the pit last night than I ever have at any show- I think its time to get some new pit boots. The ones I was wearing had zero traction. It was like trying to roller skate through a gauntlet of angry hockey players. I also managed to get pushed across the pit to land with my temple precisely placed against some dude's elbow and got knocked the down instantly. The hit was so hard that I came the closest I've ever been to being knocked the fuck out. I couldn't see properly out of my left eye for about 30 min....I didn't get roughed up too bad, though, despite being on the ground several times, and getting cold-cocked in the temple. I feel nice and relaxed today, and comfortably sore. Sometimes it feels good to know you've taken a few punches. I definitely needed to get in and mix it up last night. These last few weeks have been pretty rough for me. I've been dealing with hives and some unknown allergic reaction. I can only assume that its the laundry detergent I've been using. I switched up my detergent and I think I'm paying the price for it. 2 days ago my left got swollen like somebody clocked me hard. Yesterday, my upper lip was so fat that it made it hard to talk- it looked like a wasp stung me right in the center of my lip. I went to the doctor and they basically said that with swelling starting to occur around my face that I could possibly die it it gets bad enough. So now I get this nifty little shot I have to carry around with me that I have to take if I have a reaction. That and I'm told I have to call 911 and go to the ER if it happens again. Joy.
Aside from all that, I don't feel like I've gotten to spend much time with my girlie, and I miss her alot. It was nice getting to see her last night, but she couldn't stay as she had to ride w/our friend Hooper back home (he drove). I was bummed. I won't get to see her for awhile because this weekend I'm going with my Dad down to some land to camp out and party.....and thank God for that. I'm fully looking forward to shooting guns, riding ATV's, swimming, cooking out, and drinking lots and lots of booze, and not necessarily in that order.Pretty much, I'm doing everything a respectable man should be doing this weekend except getting laid.

Saturday the 24th I should be participating in an art showing in Dayton at the Cannery building on Wayne and 3rd. Hopefully, my work will be ready in time (fingers crossed). Check it out:



However, I just realized, I won't even be at the showing- I'm going to see Pearl Jam in Cincinnati. All this time I thought the show was Friday the 23rd and I just now looked at the poster. No big deal, so long as my work is up, I'm straight.

Not much else for now. I'm tired of typing and I've got several hours of staring at a computer screen ahead of me at my beloved job. Again, Joy.