I am a man who is too modest to list a lot of his goals. I rarely act that way when it comes to professing my ability to accomplish them.
Get busy living, or get busy dying.
Abby purchased Squeeze tickets for her and I, they are playing The Bank Of America Pavilion in Boston next month. If I make the trip to attend this show and reacquaint with that gorgeous woman, it will take a small chunk out of my Los Angeles savings (a move which I assume is still a plan). I'm sure by then I will win a large gambling-treasure, but if not I will have to wait a couple more checks before joining Amanda in CA.
As much as I miss the green grass, the east coast women, and Ricky LaCapria... I'll have to make sure my west coast future is secure before dancing to Glenn Tilbrook as he belts out If It's Love in front of thousands of lucky geezers.
Abby purchased Squeeze tickets for her and I, they are playing The Bank Of America Pavilion in Boston next month. If I make the trip to attend this show and reacquaint with that gorgeous woman, it will take a small chunk out of my Los Angeles savings (a move which I assume is still a plan). I'm sure by then I will win a large gambling-treasure, but if not I will have to wait a couple more checks before joining Amanda in CA.
As much as I miss the green grass, the east coast women, and Ricky LaCapria... I'll have to make sure my west coast future is secure before dancing to Glenn Tilbrook as he belts out If It's Love in front of thousands of lucky geezers.
I will leave you with another excerpt from Couldn't Call It Unexpected:
Eyes have been augmented with telescopes- two or three to a house hold. The “global killer” has yet to show its face, though I’m willing to guess that it resembles a burning chunk of falling feces. I don’t need a two hundred dollar tube of metal to tell me that. I’d just as soon trust a kaleidoscope to save my life, before I entrust the end of it to a telescope.
The Ron & Fez best-of shows have been incredible this week. The Power Hour is replaying right now- East Side Dave's second attempt, where he successfully downs the 61 shots. We would perform our power hours using this audio as our timekeeper, it brings back a lot of memories (slam-time), including this one:
I remember one night I decided to throw my own, one man power hour while posting Myspace bulletin updates throughout the sixty minutes. I got a lot of feedback that night, the night of October 14th, 2006.
There will definitely be another one of these (hopefully with people) before I head off further west.
I remember one night I decided to throw my own, one man power hour while posting Myspace bulletin updates throughout the sixty minutes. I got a lot of feedback that night, the night of October 14th, 2006.
I'm 34 shots into my one-man power hour. There's very few people I'd like to share this moment with, and chances are half of them are dead or named either Elvis Costello or Glenn Tilbrook.
There will definitely be another one of these (hopefully with people) before I head off further west.
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