i dont no lee but u migt be my good friend of quak live?? (lee we are in clan KING). if u are him i am glad u are alive an i will be back on soon i am take a brake from quake for a bit to got my senses in order (an to look at a chinese cartons). if u are not my lee i am glad u are alive to (of corse) as we are all
General Lee would never eat his horse... I would though :banana: Good to see/here from you GL, your not far from me.
Ugh, don't remind me. You're making my scar itch. That idiot ended up losing his job, and later got busted with meth. Something tells me they should have known something was wrong with the guy when he started showing up to work with teeth rotting out of his head. On a more positive note, I have decided to have my birthday roll over like a cell phone plan. That's right, everyday is my birthday now. No more paying cut-rate hookers for this guy. Now, if I could just find one around here that I actually touch while hammered without feeling the need to take a shower, I'll be good to go.
Been spending my time playing music with a couple of guys. We recently performed at a local beer brewery, which was awesome. Did a benefit to raise money for a sick lady a couple of days later. This weekend I'm off to a local two-day music festival to party with a lot of hippies and hipsters. I get in free because I also volunteer and help out however I can. The following weekend I'll be heading to the Moonshiners Reunion to party with a bunch of hillbillies, rednecks, and the like for three days and nights. I'll be getting in free because my buddy that I go with is with some Internet music press affiliation...he gets me in free at all sorts of stuff. So that's $40 and $75 I'll be able to put towards other "necessities", lol. One thing I like to do at these festivals is get up early in the morning, stagger around with the day's first beer, and look at all the poor people who had a bit too much the night before. You'll see them still laying on the ground wherever they fell over, sometimes with a drink still in hand, or perhaps in the port-o-potty, passed out. I'll probably set up a redneck aid station, with all the stuff the hungover might need to bring 'em back to life, like Ibuprofen, water, chocolate milk, coffee, food, etc. One thing you learn after years of being an alcoholic is how to get the hungover back on their feet and partying again. Can't wait to jam with some folks at the bonfires after they kill power to the stages.