Oh man, this could be a good one. This year’s Octoberfest beer of choice has both ‘Herkules’ AND ‘Magnum’ hops. I also have the appropriate matching liter mug!! ‘Beer Nuts’ have come back in stock… Hold on, I’m hyperventilating.
The new guitar part is coming next week… Now, I’m actually starting to believe there is a force in the universe that can only be described as ‘Hans Luck’ that’s making this all possible.
I had a nightmare immediately after watching it.
‘Where am I? A Dining tent? I can’t see out. It’s a mess, I’ll
help clean up.’
‘What. The. Hell? It’s moving up?!? Is this thing on a crane or something?’
‘Fuck, now it’s in freefall. Oh. Great. I’m. Gonna. Die.’
Womp! ‘Ouch! Only fell about six feet, I’ll be okay. Scary’
‘Hey! Where’d the parquet wood floor come from?’
‘Geez, are those screws coming up through the floor?’
‘Not funny, they just keep coming and they’re getting frigging huge’
‘Jeez! I’m gonna get impaled on these goddamn things!’
Ends with me screaming.
No Heroin, keep moving. Was that it?!? I mean, I’m getting massively drunk but, does junk follow Trump?
P.S. And the Portsmouth P.D. called me this week.
Here’s my hypothetical interrogation:
P.D. “Did you call Animal Control?”
Me: “Yes”. Subtext: That cute rabbit downtown, we’ve adored him for months, he got hit by a car.
P.D. “Are you aware of the Black Metal implications?”
Me: “Yes, So close to ‘The Pearl?'” – Subtext: The first Black Church in NH is a block away. When the first Norwegian Black Metal church burning happened, they left a dead rabbit.
P.D. “Yes, any contact with Norwegians?”
Me: “Yes, I said ‘Hello’ to a Hans from Norway 4 months ago.”
P.D. “Come with us.”
Last weekend was the first time I’ve had fun in a while.
Personally, think I’m coming out of the funk a little bit.
I’ve made some enemies over the years & now? Well, lots of them are fucked. Say Bye, bye to
your little social club. What you gonna do now bad people?
So, if I kicked them while they were down – I wouldn’t be
any better, I wouldn’t feel any better. I’d spent years, wanting to win –
wanting to be right – wanting JUSTICE. But, not like this. Not like this. It
just left me feeling very, very hollow.
So, Fuck. Them. Fuck the Crown virus. Fuck the Coketard president. Fuck the Minnesota cops.
Rock On Kids in Hong Kong…