supahaole

Fuckin' hell...I remember when I used to get decent amounts of sleep. Those were good times.
Had an interesting discussion with a "band manager" at rehearsal last night. He brought a strong-arm with him. They were not prepared for my smart-assedness. Mr. Manager tried to tell us how much we needed him, we asked them to leave, Mr. Strongarm tried to intimidate, I started talking, hilarity ensued, they left (slightly upset).
Never a dull moment in the life of a Supahaole, I tell ya.