I took Friday the 13th off and skeedaddled down to Tampa w/ Mathpew for one last hoorah before he heads up North for an indefinite amount of time. As the rocknroll weekend comes to a close, I've taken a moment to gather my thoughts.
After driving for six hours, we met up some old friends and represented the Grip-town at some bar on Davis Island. Two lesbians played music most of the time and I didn't feel guilty for being born with boy parts.
I peed in the muffler of a truck. That was pretty fun, until an old lady came out to yell at us. It was 5:30 in the morning, but sweet christ. It was the morning of Friday the 13th and if the most fucked up thing she witnessed all day was two grown ass men urinating on a motor vehicle, then I'm thinking she did okay. Besides, everyone needs a little more excitement in their life. My bladder and I are more than happy to oblige.
Mathpew and I spent the better part of six hours yesterday under the needle. He was very understanding and supportive during this trying time. yeah...fuck that. Anyone that knows that cheeky fucker knows that he was too busy pointing and laughing at his big brother to give a shit. But in all honesty, it was not nearly as bad as I thought it would be.
So yeah...I didn't get a fall break so I took my own rock n roll respite from reality and I'm glad that I did. Now it's time for the six hour trek back to the real world.
Cheers bitches...
