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what a couple of weeks. that's about all i can say about them. so like now i like literally drove my girlfriend away. some one thousand plus miles away to be exact to a land far better than the one she used to reside in and i still do. gone for her at least are state taxes, a profusion of languages other than english, too many people, too much traffic and high gas prices. i figure gas is cheaper up there because it's closer to alaska or some damn thing. but seriously it is a beautiful state. lots of water, and not just the kind that drops from the sky. lots of trees just about everywhere you go. it seems like you can get lost in a forest by driving some ten minutes in any direction. saw the starbucks headquarters building ... mmmm coffee. saw some sad sad clearcutting, which totally sucks when you see it firsthand. saw some really cool bonsai at the headquarters of the clearcutters. and saw one big fucking mound of rock called rainier. i had no freakin idea it was that big, geez. makes for quite the pretty landmark when you can see it though. even drove up close to mt. shasta on the way up, which in no way compares to its brother in washington. or is it sister? i did leave wondering though what becomes of the town of mt. shasta should the thing blow? on the other hand i saw the supersuckers in tacoma. that was pretty kewl. had a nice dinner with my sweetie and and a few drinks then watched, for the first time i might add, the supersuckers actually play. that was neat, seeing as how every other time i've seen them live i've been toasted and dancing in the pit and wondering the next day if i really liked them or not. so at least now i know i do like them, heh heh. even saw them from a seat in the *gasp* balcony ... something that is like sooooo forbidden for me down at the hob. new places, new times, new things i guess. speaking of which ... i've got something new ... a double sized arm. so it's either like psychosomatic stress disorder something or other, or an infection, or the worst sprain in the history of mankind, but my arm is about as big as it could get without exploding. or at least it was. two out of the three doctors i've stumped with this affliction think, and the operative word there is think, it's an infection. so now i'm doped up and alcohol free. just wish the medication was a little more psychoactive. tonight's the first night in a week i can actually type for more than two minutes without feeling pain, so i'm hoping the two doctors are right. no wonder they call it a practice ... it sure ain't perfect. short of all that, life's been pretty much the same these last couple of weeks. lots of changes going on on some fronts, with more on the way i'm sure, and on other fronts the song remains the same. as soon as my arm deflates and i can hold a pick for more than a few seconds i'm gonna turn up the reverb, turn down the gain and play some soft, sad, lonely blues, cuz if that night is like tonight, i'm still gonna be missing my hot little bumbershoot baby. rock on the frog prince |
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