where’s the beef?
I had a rough day. I’m drinking scotch and hanging with AOT. Tattooed my knuckle (goodbye real employment) and today does not feel good.
I finished doing the inner sleeve art for one of my band’s first tape!
We’re called Statler and Waldorf.
Janurary rains mean bulk Codeine/TheNewYear/Bedhead and not a lot of leaving the house.
Dud Pills further cementing themselves as the best band ever.
I made a cover of Wham’s “Last Christmas” instead of watching The Sopranos tonight so I’m hoping you’ll do the same and listen to it.
I’d like to thank George Michael and Reverb
You remember the good times, and you cry.
Riding to Sydney, starting Sunday and hopefully be there by Thursday. Look over me, God of Long Distance.
TOMMY GODWIN: BEAT THE ‘YEAR’S MILEAGE’ RECORD BY OCTOBER 1939. AND RODE ON TO 75,065 MILES FOR THE CALENDAR YEAR.
KEPT ON RIDING TO TAKE THE 100,000 MILE RECORD IN MAY 1940. SPENT A FEW WEEKS LEARNING HOW TO WALK AGAIN, THEN WENT OFF TO FIGHT THE WAR.
BEAT THAT, PUSSIES.
Sneaky beer drives in my car with my girl. Good way to be.