unclechris

so, whenever i'm getting ready for a gig i get a serious case of the butterflies...this means i'm so nervous i can't eat dinner, so i show up with empty stomach and frazzled high energy nerves and what do i do?
why, start drinking gin, of course. tom collins are my choice of weapon, and by the time i took the stage last night i was feeling no pain and had no cares.
the rest of the night was one awesome blur, but this morning (afternoon?) i am paying for it.
and how.
and i really need to make it into manhattan to see this photography exhibit called "born into brothels" which is part of the "kids with cameras" project.

fuck.