Gone Drinkin'

When life becomes a great big hassle, Rugged, Manly Men head to the forest. Yes, I'm going camping! Kenny, El Jefe, Jay, myself and a bunch of other people (twelve in total, I believe) are going to spend a few days living like Ape Men ("I'm an Ape Man, I'm an Ape Ape Man"...[The Kinks]), drinking beer after beer, canoeing, fishing, playing geetar around the fire, and generally behaving like savages. Not to mention pooping in the woods. Heh...poop.

All I'm bringing is beer, Sparks, Wild Turkey, my geetar, and a blanket. When you sum up my life, that is pretty much all I need to survive. I am Rugged and Manly. And also an alcoholic musician with a blanket.

El Jefe is coming to pick me up in an hour or so, and I'm pre-gaming (pre-camping?) with some Delicious Sparks Plus as I type. This past week was a bit of a chore, and I need to Get The Fuck Out Of Dodge for a few days; to commune with Nature, get back in touch with my Inner Savage, and center Myself. And to poop in the woods.

Poop.

If I don't drown or get 'et by a bear (both very real possibilities) I'll be back sometime Sunday.

In other news: Matt still owes me $400 ($600!), and I'm going to hunt, kill and skin him like the vermin he is.

In other, other news: The new Tool stuff sounds pretty much just like the old Tool stuff. I don't know what everyone's so fucking excited about. They're just milking the same old formula. Don't get me wrong, I like Tool. I LIKE them. I just don't buy into the "Maynard is a Tortured Genius" bit. Sorry.

In other, other, other news: I like the word "poop".





Poop.