Saturday night was fucking AWESOME!!!!!
Yeah cuz, see, like was a Single Track that night between the Damen and Grand stops on the Blue Line so there was like a 10 minute delay in service, right? Anyway, long story short, I wound leaving finishing an HOUR after my regular finishing time. Oh well.
THEN I had over to this loft party that a friend of mine was throwing. See, she and her man are leaving for San Fran in a couple so they're throwing Good bye party. So, after driving around for 10 mintues for parking, I get there and she's already fucked up. And I mean FUUUUUUUUUUUCKED UP!! Like praying to the Procelain God fucked up. I was at the party for 2 hours and an hour and half of that was me, her sister, her cousin, and her man trying to convince her not to drive home with her drunk ass. Anyway, we finally got her a cab and gave her $20 for the ride.
Sunday: Almost late for work. They had to bring the train to me at Rosemont instead me going to O'Hare to retreive it. I was that fucking close. It would've sucked if I was late, cuz that'll mean that I'll be fired. Yep Yep.
Monday: Eh, nothing much. Work was pretty quiet. Right now, I'm drinking Red Stripe and I've just finished watching "Bladerunner". Cool movie.
Oh yeah, my boy gave his distortion pedal--a guitar distortion pedal--for my bass. I tried it during practice that Saturday before my day turned to shit. This is for my punk band btw. Right now, we're gonna go the White Stripes route and be a duo: just drum and distorted bass. Sounds good so far, and hopefully, we'll be playing out soon.
Anyway, that's my time. This Red Stripe is kicking my ass. Imma go to bed now.
Peace
Freddy
Yeah cuz, see, like was a Single Track that night between the Damen and Grand stops on the Blue Line so there was like a 10 minute delay in service, right? Anyway, long story short, I wound leaving finishing an HOUR after my regular finishing time. Oh well.
THEN I had over to this loft party that a friend of mine was throwing. See, she and her man are leaving for San Fran in a couple so they're throwing Good bye party. So, after driving around for 10 mintues for parking, I get there and she's already fucked up. And I mean FUUUUUUUUUUUCKED UP!! Like praying to the Procelain God fucked up. I was at the party for 2 hours and an hour and half of that was me, her sister, her cousin, and her man trying to convince her not to drive home with her drunk ass. Anyway, we finally got her a cab and gave her $20 for the ride.
Sunday: Almost late for work. They had to bring the train to me at Rosemont instead me going to O'Hare to retreive it. I was that fucking close. It would've sucked if I was late, cuz that'll mean that I'll be fired. Yep Yep.
Monday: Eh, nothing much. Work was pretty quiet. Right now, I'm drinking Red Stripe and I've just finished watching "Bladerunner". Cool movie.
Oh yeah, my boy gave his distortion pedal--a guitar distortion pedal--for my bass. I tried it during practice that Saturday before my day turned to shit. This is for my punk band btw. Right now, we're gonna go the White Stripes route and be a duo: just drum and distorted bass. Sounds good so far, and hopefully, we'll be playing out soon.
Anyway, that's my time. This Red Stripe is kicking my ass. Imma go to bed now.
Peace
Freddy
i don't even like beer, but i think i'll miss it when i finish the last one.