So I had an awesome weekend…
New York City. Good food and amazing friends.
Diner with Billy and April at Red Bamboo, Key Lime Pie at Food Swings with Matt, Danielle, Justin, and Wage of Sin.
New toys, sunglasses, and Penguin shirts. Police harassment.
Philly. Disfear at the church… missing Tragedy by 5 minutes. Seeing Matt NP and Alan and hitting Cherry Street with them and Gene. Night on the town with Philly’s finest… Gene, Alyssa, Dawn and Alison. Sketchy “After Hours” members only clubs that David Lynch couldn’t even conjure up.
Got to see Max Milgram at his work, where for some reason on the wall they had an amazing artist rendering of Jim Winters (Promise guitarist, Very shit worker, Firestorm riff writer) on the wall…
It’s always awesome to come home after a 6 hour at 2 am to find a boot on your car.
Jahanna saved my ass this morning…$486 to get it off.
While talking on the phone to Jahanna about the tragic booting…
I stepped in a fucking sidewalk that was wet cement…
covering my shoes.
Fucking amazing.
Oh well.