Sometimes when you're hanging out in the RV with a bunch of smelly ass guys, your phone is the best escape. And facebook might be fucking mindnumbing, but sometimes that's what you're up for. Anyway... “It was an in your face bold move as if to dare bounty hunters to seek their scalps. It was a distinction and a way to protect women and children.” Pretty fucking interesting if you ask me
I've been told I need to share more. So since I'm awake and still a little drunk I'm sharing some pictures. This was from a couple tours ago. For Halloween I stole an item of clothing from every band...was born. Losing her mother was just... Yeah. Anyway. But Gwyn caught me in a moment and insisted it be documented. You can tell from my daughters face it was rare. She had no idea what I was doing.
Last paper emailed to my professor as of two minutes ago. I'm done for the semester. Excuse me while I collapse for five seconds. The apartment is still half in boxes and Jammer's on the road til...Forever. I hear tale of things like there being these mythical bumps in energy and stuff ... I'll believe it when I feel it. Right now, I'm wiped out. Jammer's little minion has won the energy battle
I keep staring at the screen and not knowing what the fuck to say. I mean it's not like there are secrets anywhere in this fucking town. Or on this fucking place. I'm sure anyone who's been paying attention...doubts and nightmares in my ear and let's make sure the bipolar kid loses it because when he does man, you make fucking bank with that shit. Fuck this town. I can't even let myself be happy
Christmas is already driving me insane. Normally I love gift giving but I have a couple of people on my list that are impossible to get anything for. Phil is of course my main problem, I love him to death but he won't tell me anything he wants. He says I don't need to get him anything. Well of course not but I want to, I enjoy getting something for someone I know they'll like.
We're... somewhere in California still, I think. I'm not sure. I've still been a little foggy. But anyway. The band was doing some pre-show meet and greet and Hank, Lysa and I decided to get away. Lysa's...for December. "Well take off your fucking hat." I left it on in defiance. I'm used to actual seasons. Part of me is going to pretend it's winter, even if it's just one item of my fucking wardrobe.
I don't ever get interviewed. Like... ever. So I thought I'd share this. It was cool for a change. "I LEARNED HOW TO FUCKING SURVIVE" - MAGIC DEATHMACHINE STARSCREAM EXPLOSION'S GUITARIST JARED PHILLIPS...don't make a right but I can't deny I'd like to have some choice words with them. So probably a good old-fashioned "fuck you" would be best. (C) JOEL FUENTES PHOTOGRAPHY FOR SKULLHOUSEROCK