Meh.
Dad is going into surgery tomorrow. Getting another peice of his over worked bones replaced. He was always a work-o-holic if you're a close guy friend from up north in the early days you know what i'm talking about. He payed good though. Well I usually never care about anything going wrong until he talks about all the other shit they test for. Just a few minutes ago he said something about ultrasounding his heart, I just ran upstairs and put music on really quit to blur it out. I'd just rather not know. It scares me a little, even though i'm probably just scaring myself.
It's Feburuary now, only a few more months till summer. I'm getting pretty excited, first comes work, then comes my car, then comes skimming, and show, and friends, and newark, and summer parties in the street and on drive ways. just pure 'awesomeness'
i was gona say a bunch of shit about the situation but fuck it, and fuck them.
show in march??? my arm better fucking get better.