what a fucking day. fucked me up like a carcrash. fucking split shift (i can't say 'no' to my boss). 11-3 / 6-11. that shit sucks.
during my 3-hour lunchbreak, i went to guitar center. i played some 'botch' style metal for awhile. there was a mom there, she kept giving me the ol' 'stink-eye.' anyway, while chosing my guitar of choice (settled on an ESP custom shred-machine), i saw a guy, wearing an 'NWO' sleeveless shirt and a backwards hat with the stylized '3' on it (we miss you dale). anyway, it wouldn't have been so bad, but this guy was staring up at the wall of guitars, which happened to be the 'ass-metal' guitars as i like to call them, the BC riches, the jackson Vs, the 7 string ibanezes. it was a precious moment. i reached for my cameraphone but the guy moved along.
it was serene.
work sucks, i have thursday off, cheap drink night at the creek tomorrow -- prefunk at lazerbeams, BYO40s.
anyway, more later, now, i'm off to bed.
ps - wr222 is coming to visit! can. not. wait.
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