wild_zero

you see, the weekend started out rather eventfully. with the combined power of latrobe brewing company, the tequila, and the red bull and vodka, anything became possible. not only did this involve getting trashed at el myr, followed by having to leave the star bar rather early. i found myself transported to a different location that involve the skeleton driver wearing the moose.

it turns out the bonus doubles, so i'll be getting like, $80 bucks, which will help purchase the gt4 once it comes out.

i then had to take greyhound back to atlanta, and fell asleep next to some mexicans. when i awoke, i was in my own bed. my car however, is still in little five points.

today things need to get done. i have to decide if i'm going to the fire spin party or if i'm going to be able to make it and see some martin medeski and wood. the former turns down a coworker, and the latter turns down a couple of gentlefolk. ah, incisions.

i also feel i made a terrible mistake of identity last night. i think i'm going to stick to the greyhound story, and make it consistent with all co-workers and their one-sided coins of infinity.

birmingham, here i come, metaphorically speaking!!!