I wish I had more time to spend here. I also wish my shitty hotel (Holiday Inn) actually had an internet connection that worked. So I’ve been taking notes on things to blog about, taking some cool pictures, and I return to my room with no way to actually access my blog. Bastards.
I’m sitting on the patio at Homeslice Pizza, listening to these hippie stoner kids blather mindlessly about their bullshit interests. It’s all about the energy, man. Totally groovy. And so fucking fake. They’re all acting faux-stoned…and that annoys the shit out of me.
A guy rode by on his bike, “Hey Homeslice…” and the stoner kids replied “Yeah, hey kid on the bike.” Fucking gag me.
“That show was so killer, dude.”
“Dude, there was no good music between like 1990 and like 2004.”
I spend most of tomorrow on an airplane, so we’ll see when I actually get a chance to put my wonderful thoughts into words.