So G tells me it’s a retarded cat, not a blind cat. I’d have corrected myself sooner, but I just can’t write anymore. I’ve been keeping up with Trevor’s audioblog. You should check it out.
I’m headed to Jim’s funeral. I mean wedding. G and I are playing tonight with Shades of Grey at Neighbars. I was thrown out of there, once, with the Mad Cows. I haven’t been back. We’ll see how loud we can get tonight.
Thanks to everyone who came out Wednesday to the show at Duffy’s Thanks to Daffy for reminding me about the Irish drinking songs that Josh gave me a few…many years ago.
Rock me mamma like a candy cane.