They Came to Burgle My Car

Considering we may have only practiced a combined three hours this summer, bigDrag's show at Reggie's went off better than could be expected. Most importantly I got to see some pallies that I haven't seen in forever and they get bonus points for coming out to that place to see our band on a Monday friggin night. Second most importantly one of our own favorite ladies won the arm wrestling title. D tried to convince me to wear a wig and get in the ring...

...but we all know what would happen. I would be soundly defeated, the wig and my glasses would fall off and my opponent after dancing victoriously over me would step on my bag.

...at least that's what happens in the recurring dream I have where I pose as a female arm-wrestler.

Much love to all people from the book of face that came out.

The set...

Knucklehead Song
Hey Lucky
The End of Everything
Sound
Dil
Broken Sky
HFC @ Full On Gain
Understandable
She's a Burner
Real Eyes

Let's see...what else happened? Oh, parked my car under the El - STRIKE ONE - Old Dog left my passenger door open - STRIKE TWO - when I came out my glove box was torn apart as nogoodniks (spelling? Jeanz? Simon Bar Sinister? anybody?) searched in vain for anything of value.

When I first realized I had been robbed I thought 'Oh no I had a copy of the Ambersons 1st record in the vehicle' You can imagine my surprise when I found not only my copy of the 1st record but a copy of Current as well. To be honest, I stand by my initial decision not to give anything to the midget who claimed to be raising money for the Jesse White Tumblers. Chris gave him some and the dude said "Little man gonna watch out for you. Little man won't let you down."

I didn't need little man or his spiral notebook with fake names all signed in the same handwriting to watch my Sangria Red Ford Focus. I almost felt sorry for the buglers. I wonder at what point they said to themselves, "This motherfucker is poorer and more disorganized than we are!"