To my Suzi:
My Suzi makes me happy. She's a '95. Pickup. Red with grey interior. She takes me where I need to go, with predictability and style. For instance, she took me to a party tonight with Cast the Stone and Omichron. She even carried some of their equipment for them. Maybe even Steve in the passenger side. And an 18 pack of Miller Lite. She treats me right, that Suzi.
She's even more of a pleasure to drive when I'm drunk. Every once in a while, she wants me to find out just how fast she can go. About 95 without protest, I think, but I don't push her. Tonight it was on curvy two lane blacktop back into Columbia. I didn't reach her desired max speed, but it was fun anyway. She's good with communication - every curve is met with eager responsiveness from her steering, and I can feel her reaction in the steering wheel as the road rushes past only inches below her frame. (She's lowered 3" in the front, four in the back.)
I've met many girls in my day, but none have treated me like my Suzi treats me - with respect and maybe even a hint of longing...to be on the open road, with me at her controls.
I love my Suzi.

Hi!
It's been a busy few weeks for me.  I've been drunk many times, but I always just want to crash when I get home.  Must be old age.
Tonight, me and Heather put up flyers for our upcoming show at Eastside Tavern.  We ended up at said tavern, met up with Lane and Lins and Lisa, went to El Rancho to eat mucho mexican food, and from there went to Shattered for ladies' night.  Heather had to work there sellin' shots, so she was pretty much screwed on the stamina factor.  Or maybe not.  She's quite an experienced drinker.
Anyway, me and Steve went from there to Snappers, drank more beer, and here I am.  So fuck you, I'm drunk!!!
I guess I need to do this more often since I'm paying for the fucking domain name, for fuck's sake. Fuck.
-C

Oh, goddddd!!!
My ratio to drunken nights vs. posting has been extremely bad. Or high...or something. I was drunk Monday, and Wednesday through today. Goddamm that's a lot of drinkin'...and I'm not done yet. Got to go to Shattered tomorrow. So...there's a lot of crap that's happened, and when I get home I just head for the shower and bed. I'll give a short version of today's happenings and get to more stuff later, I guess. In the mouth.
Uh, woke up today on Lane's couch. Went through 3 bottles of Jeager (not by myself, fool) and an assload of Red Bull the night before. Went to Country Bitchin'. Drove back to Columbia. Laid on the couch. Shot off some bottle rockets. Went to Jefferson City w/ my friend Steve. BBQ'd w/Lins, Cina, Bud, Bill and his woman. Drank. Watched fireworks next to the capitol building from atop a tanker car on a railroad siding. Went to Red's bar to watch Drive Theory. Drank more. Hauled ass to Columbia, (climbed into Steve's trunk to get chips and salsa while he was driving) went to Eastside Tavern before they closed. Drank more. Went to Hubbell st. and partied. Stole some beer and threw some shit at my friends. Walked home. Goddam, I've been a busy drunken boy today! Maybe I'll update you about the day/night before (Phil's b-day celebration) next. If yo lucky.
Blaze on...