It’s vacation time.

Time to recharge the batteries, entertain the kids, scratch a long simmering itch. Shit like that. In my absence, Phid is in charge. And OG. And Pod. And Superstar, for that matter. I am hitting Cedar Point. And Chitown. And who knows what else.

So, I leave you with parting thoughts of such significance that if you stopped reading right now, you could have already been opening a beer by this point. Oops. Too late.

• Vote Dilana. Also known as the girl who is bankrupting me with music download charges.

  

  She is so worth it.

• Or Storm or Patrice. But not that oompaloompa Lukas, or that no talent skank Zayra. Please. I’m begging.
• Make music, not war.
• I still hate George Bush. Have no fear. Of me – I am harmless, and babies love me. He should scare the living shit out of you.

  
  The other, other white meat.

• Still.
• I have a fucking dent in my car. Apparently, rocks kicked up by assholes in front of you are like bullets when you’re doing 100+
• Go figure.

Karma: Gotcha again, asshole.

• 7.13.06, 12th St. & Missouri.

  

• No, it’s not a stupid Dodge Charger.

That’s it. Don’t get none on ya.

Peace.
Out.