tuesday

Thanks everyone who sent birthday wishes. It was a good birthday but it kind of freaked me out. I turned twenty-five and I'm still the same as I was at eighteen.
We went to see Hank III a few nights ago. It was the best show I'd seen in a long time. Henry Rollings is doing a spoken word next week. I really want to go but it's at Tremont and it's a 16+ show. Tremont used to be a great place but now it's pretty much those little "don't call me emo" fuckers with the hair that flips up in front like they're fucking retarded and they comb the building looking for someone old enough to buy beer. Fuck them. And fuck that 16+ shit too. I hate kids.
It's snowing like a mother fucker here. I have the day off so I can play in it later. Rad.