yo son! yo kid! was up? Did you get your car and all? To bad that put the kibosh on the fun times planned for all. Dietz called me, the afternoon of the show, and TOLD me I was driving so I hung up and ignored his like 17 phone calls through out the day.

I don't know, I presumed you wouldn't be going, and the thought of driving John up as he sits and chain smokes, and drinks and becomes less and less tolerable to be around, and the fact that the ticket prices rose 250% didn't really sell me on the idea of attending the concert.

I tried calling John and he hung up on me. I guess I'll miss all the wonderful benefits of his friendship for the time being.

I love how when you, Corey and I wanted to walk around the plaza, on that beautiful evening, we couldn't because John had to be able to drink his beer... He should just get a fucking IV drip. Okay i'm starting to rant.

You'll have to bring over that little bag of goodness, you have stashed away, sometime.

Dave McBride (we played frisbee with him) pulled this hilarious stunt that caused him to have a bloodied face the other night, I guess I'll have to tell you in person at some point. Over and out.