Saturday, got up and did some laundry, which sure everybody wanted to know. Decided to head over Vicious Vern's pad, and watch him Stevie B. set up the silk screen machine for band shirt yea! Picked up a couple sixers of beer, one of Pilsner Urquell, which is killer fucking beer from Czechoslavakia (I guess actually Czeh Republic, now). One of my favoritos with out a doubt. Drank some of those hung out for awhile had a meat eater bashing session. ha ha. "Dude, I'll never stop eating meat, dude that's so not healthy, dude do you eat pussy, well why don't you eat meat, but in the bible it says it's ok". Hee Hee. Anyways me and Vern went to some party and some dude that punched him in the face was there (it was actually his house) but they had already made peace so know big whoop. I walk out back and there's a big swastika flag and a big confederate flag, and I'm thinking what the fuck am I doing here. I recently just shaved my head so everybody's calling me "brother". Retards! But hey free Newcastle and Jungle Juice! Some more of our hometown buddies show up and they're all uncomfortable too. We have a couple beers and leave. Go back to Vern's house him and his lady have a big scene, I have to hold him down so he mellows out and doesn't end up in jail. The neighbors call the cops, c'mon everybody's seen boyfriends and girlfriends fight before. We all leave to go to the Little Knight. Everybody trips out on my hair (or lack of). I two free huge tanqueray and tonics cuz I shaved my head. I throw up on the wall in the bathroom, have a couple more drinks, blackout and go to sleep.

Sunday wake up, and go check on Vicious Vern. He's doing lousy so that's about normal. Went down too the Knight for breakfast, Kim wasn't working but some hot and spicy other bartender was. Phil was making some killer grup as usual. Some dude wanted me to come jam with him but I was afraid he might try to touch me where my bathing suit covers. Besides I was on mission from buddha, to drink more. Went to the Helm to stare at the new hot bartender the works early on the weekend. I miss grandma's jugs but you can't beat this gal. Decide it's time for a trip to Turc's. Go up there and it's totaly dead. Socialize with Susan for a bit. Decide to go to Mother's. Karen is working and the Mike Malone blues band is playing. Hooray! Mike says "looks like you went to supercuts". Rock out for a bit go home. Joyless is going to the Helm so I decide to tag along. I say hell to Maggie the night time bartender at the Helm, and we talk about something but things start to get fuzzy. I was funny but then blacked out and got a cab home.

How come at work when people do a poo poo, they gotta do heavy breathing and grunting and stuff. I'm capable of pooing without being a circus freak what's the deal?