Monday, March 4, 2013


This weekend my brother-in-law flew in to play a show with his band Los Crudos.
 So he employed me to help with security, and I came to the conclusion that
I feel like I got run over by a truck, then the truck driver gets out and beats me with a bat.
 I can lift barn beams and manually bend metal all day long, but catching flying humans, and standing in front of a thousand person stampede is just...retarded.
 Instead of enjoying the energy, all that kept running through my head is "I can't feel my legs...I CAN'T FEEL MY LEGS!"
 So this morning I'll take my vitamins, change my diaper, and go play BINGO.

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