A cool thing about playing punk music is making new friends at a time in my life where I have no real interest in making new friends. I have enough friends already, so fuck off you new people I just met and instantly liked so much, so fast. Stop being better than my lazy real friends, you guys. That's the bond I guess, the glue that binds this fast-silly-mad music family together. Let's hang and take sips, have blasts and eat chips.
We will deliver our brand of fast and furious punk rock on Friday night at Funky Winkerbeans, a true punk venue. The last time we played there I remember pulling the van around back while looking for the loading zone and then something happened. The thing that happened was a weird guy in the alley reached down and picked up a handful of sand from a pile, and put it in his pocket, like a bullet in the socket of a gun. Who would the Sand Assassin attack? Any why? Or is it simply a warning? Or some seasoning for his soup? Who will ever know?
Well, I hooked up my N64 in the spare room and now nothing else matters. About to win the Super Bowl as the Atlanta Falcons, you guys. Even my wife likes it! I don't remember why I picked the Falcons those many years ago that I started this almost finished saved season I just found, but thanks, Atlanta.
Life is an easy ride on these smooth and sultry February Sundays.