It’s all roots music. Blue grass, outlaw country, folk, metal, reggae, lots of pop, the first 2 iterations of ska, list goes on. It’s all based on the same formula. Im not saying thats a bad thing, I dig roots music. It’s simple, groovy, infectious, and gets you moving.

…till mom says come home for dinner and it’s liver again.

I’m not sure if believe in a “meaning” to life, but I’m here for a good time. I’m married (2nd time) with 3 kids. I work to support us and pay the bills. But why do I keep living? Why not kill myself in leiu having a cup of coffee? Because death is inevitable and if it’s going to happen anyway, I can use the brief time here to experience all that I can.

I figure the Universe is going to go on with or without me and there’s not a thing I can do to change anything. But I’m not here to change the Universe, I’m here so it can change me. I’m a bird soaring through an infinite void with a brief passing through a bright window. Why not appreciate the view while it lasts? And if I can, why not try to make anyone’s else’s brief time out of the void a good time too? Life is absurd, existence is chaos, and it’s all just funny as absolute shit.

I think really, there’s no reason for anything but ice cream is good, hikes in the woods are rad, hanging out with pets and friends is joy. Why stop doing that just because nothing matters?

Vanilla ice cream with good quality evoo and kosher salt.

I have no idea who that is but I’m going right now to find out.

Still one of the greatest live acts around.

Such Great Heights covered by Streetlight Manifesto. This is one of the songs that makes me think about how much I love my wife.

Yes he did. I bet he’s fun as hell to hang out with too.

In 5 years or less we will be living in a world where people have their paychecks garnished to pay back food loans.

Money and greed.

But you can help. Grab a grocery bag, go out side and pick up some trash. Talk to your neighbors. Go put change in parking meters that are about to expire. Go through a parking lot and put shopping parts in the corral. Get a bag of frozen peas and feed some ducks (not bread). Get some cheap paper plates and a marker or two from a dollar store, make happy faces and staple them up on telephone poles.

The more we act hyper-locally, the better we can make it. Maybe it will inspire othdrs to do the same. But even if they don’t, you’re still making the world a better place.

Ha! Yeah man. Cool summer nights after a really good day? The call still comes sometimes. The desire to just go out and get wild. But like you say, I like where I am now and life is good.

I’m not sure of the details but hazmat will be involved and it’ll probably make the news.

Meh, it wasn’t for long, it was jail not prison, and it was 30 years ago. I learned a few lessons, mainly that I’m not a good car thief. But also to pick and choose my adventures. When i tell my kids about all the shit we used to do, my wife gets twitchy but there’s a smile behind the rolling eyes.

Ha. I’ve done almost all of that. But I know why I went to jail. After years and years dealing recreational pharmaceuticals, partaking in the same, living in garages, living on stolen candy and nicotine and alcohol, skating, skanking, moshing, fucking and fighting, sometimes it’s just nice to be clean for a day and have one set of nice clothes.

One of my kids asked why I keep buying white shoes. They always get dirty. It’s a goal kid, one day they’re gonna stay clean and you’ll get it.

How long was the build? I gotta say, it does look fun. And did you get a kit or source the parts yourself?

That a guy in a purple dress got super agroed about a movie he thought was about his crush in the name of his version of decency.