Current mood:	groggy
Current music:	Long Beach Dub All Stars - Fugazi

"The underground is where I dwell at..."
"...It's where I find my heaven, and where you find your hell at."

Good morning. This edition of my life comes from my underground lair. Here's what's been goin on in my life the past couple days...Not too much, but I gotta stay up to date.

Saturday night was a great time. Sly and I went to Chickie's and Pete's and met up with a few people to have some beers. That place is awesome, the one on the boulevard at least. I've never been to the one in the city off of 76. The outside bar at this place was huge, real nice. We got there in time to see Tyson get his ass knocked down and out. So, we hung there for a while, shot the shit, had some beers and decided to head out to the Hulmeville to finish our evening off. Little did we know what it had in store for us. Sly and I get there, and who's there at the bar; None other than Coach Wilmot, with Stang and Frenchy. For those of you that don't know these names, they were 3 of our coaches for football in high school. Well, Stang and Frenchy just kinda helped out, Wilmot was a real coach. Anyway, it was just unreal. So we decided to buy them shots, but only Wilmot took his. Sly took care of the others. Then Wilmot and Stanger bought me a shot of "Bartender! Jack!" Disgusting. What a way to cap off a great first evening home.

Yesterday was my first day back at work. It thoroughly kicked my fine ass. I'm so tired and so sore. I don't understand why, because my job is easy. Oh well. It was good to be back, but it was a long day. Money's money, especially when you have fun making it. I wish I was a professional athlete. They have it so easy to make that much money. And all a lot of them do is cry. Cough cough T.O. cough.

There's the past couple days of my life summed up into a couple paragraphs. Keep checkin in because it's only gonna get better. I gotta go for a long run and shower before I work at 11:30. I leave you with a few events that I'm looking forward to in the coming days and months. Later guys.


4 days til Tom Petty
20 days til the 4th of July extravaganza at Petey's
143 days til the Phils win the World Series


"When you don't look back, I guess the feelings start to fade away."

Here's to not looking back...