defcon was better than i expected. im too lazy
for details. sunday night and monday fucking sucked ass, though..
and the flight home was so bad that the entire flight of people
(besides me) started screaming, cause we all thought the plane was
going down. i just sat there silently staring out the window,
waiting for us to come out of the cloud we were in so i could see
if we were in a dive or what. fuck that sucked. im still kinda
fucked up over it. got more medical shit going on, and as usual all
i can do is sit around and wait. wonder how well a bottle of
cyanide would fucking work.
anyway, i havent thought much of the site in recent weeks and have
had almost no desire to update it.. so i guess dc8 will go on the
list of shit that ive meant to put up here that i havent. btw,
cirque du soleil fucking owns. whitey and i saw mystere in vegas. i
am enthralled, and wanna sing on tour with em. we all need
dreams.