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A metric fuckton of fuck landed on my fuckplate...
Until recently, I've been hiding and licking my wounds in Denver, CO. Most of my home life consists of deciding whether to work the next day or no, playing Half-Life2 and searching teh intrwebz for better porn. This came to a screeching halt about 4 weeks ago.
A friend alerted me to the fact that a friend of his was stranded, so I made contact to see if I could help. Enter, REALICIDE and EVOLVE.as it turned out, their car had died the previous day, so I politely offered to ferry them around to find a new one. Upon driving back from said purchase, I made a snap decision to give them MY car to use for the rest of their music tour.
A lot of persons have expressed to me how weird, generous and awesome that is, but that's not the perk. The perk is, I'VE MET SO MANY FUCKING PPL I NEVER KNEW EXISTED IN DENVER! It almost makes my head spin.
Anyway, so then I'm thinking to meself, "I need a road trip," and make plans accordingly.
I leave denver 2 Wedensdays ago, get to Barstow, CA, the next day, and then meet up my good friend Jesha. A few days later, I'm in San Diego, and oh my fuggin gawd I've missed the place. I got to see almost everyone I've missed since 2 yrs ago.
A week later, and I'm sitting at Women House in L.A., whimpering. I made next to no money in San Diego, have no money for Phoenix, and then things start going bad. As I was driving Robert Inhuman to a show, the beast started a-rattlin'. It isn't as bad as I thought, but it's still bad. Then, in all my drunken glory, I dropped my phone in the toilet, and have no idea what to do with it not working. Finally, to make this adventure so much better, I can't find my camera.
There IS a plus to all this crap. I'm getting phone calls about welding jobs again. If my car can make it, I'm gong to Mississippi, after Denver.......
FUCK!
-Arthur
