“Bad f*ck*ng deal, Traffas,” as Rice said as he walked in to his room, where I happen to be typing this log. It’s been a hell of an off Saturday. Rarely do I have so much fun. Everyone’s on DEFCON 2, with warnings and shit-talk and “they’re all…stupid” sayings. I’m glad I’m a singer-songwriter and immune to the upset personas of which I’m prone to experiencing.
Rail was fun
We put our clothes on as they took thiers off
Crazy and sick
Wouldn’t have it any other way