Sunday, March 22, 2009
colin ambulance
tell the driver everything.
so they know what medicines to use.
if it ends in tragedy, tell them to spread the ashes over shuswap lake.
this morning i was the guy from momento.
looking around at the damage done and wondering who did it.
strange, i don't feel drunk.
then steve and i held a literature conference at white spot.
discussed space, the meaning of life, etc.
legendary, no pickle, and an extra large scoop of slaw, please.
"religion is the pimp of beliefs, and beliefs cause wars." -sd
i wanna take tomorrow off, but i cant.
i'd rather spend the day as a plant.
waiting patiently, slowly sipping water.
passing time, preparing for the slaughter.
also make sure to tell the driver about my condition.
playing the CN Centre was an incredible experience.
the sound guy threatened to kill us, literally, during our set.
i didnt hear him, but steve and max sure did.
apparently slamming beers onstage, during a beer release party was a no-no.
he's lucky i didnt hear him, and in many ways, so am i.
great venue, great crowd, great beer.
when we got offstage, they had nachos waiting for us.
in our dressing room.the rest of the night is secrets and mysterys.
a blur of singing and dancing and laughing, fueled by self-medication.
my house smells like a brewery.
i woke up naked.
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