What’s not to love?
But no group hugs.
That’s how you get cooties.
Speaking of both group hugs and cooties, you know what’s taking place next week?
The goddamned Sea Otter, Celebration Of The e-bike©®™.
Will it be sunny? Will there be drizzle? Will it be so windy I again get the chance to see a bounce house full of children blow away, their muffled screams landing on my ears like a song?;
It’s anybody’s guess.
Or will it rain in buckets as it did ten years ago? Or was it twelve?
Hell if I know. The last twenty-three years are all a blur of freezing sun burns, blistering wind burns, swamp feet, and poor sleeping choices.
I don’t see why this year could possibly be any different.
One bright spot to note, is unless she breaks herself off between now and then, I’ll be headed to the shitshow along side of Amanda Batty;
Photo courtesy of Ian Hylands.
Based on an exhaustive thirty second search of this site, it would seem as though I first folded her into our digital scene back in 2015 shortly after her interview in Dirt Rag Magazine was published;
She is a pistol, and a keg of dynamite all wrapped up into a bruised and battered package, and if we make it to Monterey without getting arrested, it will be nothing short of a miracle.
I don’t know when we’re leaving, nor do I know when or how I’m getting home, but you can rest assured that all of the grimy details will eventually be presented for consumption here.
Between now and then however, I’ll note that Bill from O Zorn is coming to town to get some eardrums blown out by Whores;
Some might possibly recall back in December when I traveled to Long Beach to meet up with Bill to go see The Bronx but our plan got derailed by bad decisions.
I am committed to not let that crooked bolt of lightening strike twice.
We will see the band, and I will have a clear memory of it.
Now then- On Wednesday I mentioned that I was supposed to be getting a shipment of rollerboard decks landing at my HQ. To be precise, it is a shipment 313 pounds of rollerboard decks.
To be even more specific, that’s a WWF superstar Sid Vicious amount of rollerboard decks;
Alas, UPS did me dirty and changed the landing date to today.
As of right now, I have no exact news regarding when they’ll be in hand and in the store, but it I assume it will be within the next 24 hours;
The only variation in this order and the last, is I will have a full supply of Fall Down stickers to ship with this batch, and I’ve requested that this time around, we get no pink tops.
As it turns out, I’m not much of a fan of pink tops.
If you’re interested, keep your eyes peeled to the various arms of AHTBM social media, and I will make the announcement there.
On Wednesday, I also noted that we’d have a local release at which I will have an assortment of planks on hand for the locals, and that is true;
Mark your calendars.
If it rains, then I guess I’ll just chalk it up to another one of my many defeats.
Moving on to, and closing out with positive affirmations, it was early yesterday morning when I came across a post on Semi-Rad’s Instantgraham account that made me feel good to the middle of my bones;
Read the tale by scrolling through and see if it doesn’t offer you the same happiness.
It’s that very perspective that drives me every single day, and possesses not a single iota that isn’t to love.
Heh. semi_rad is the Instagram account my punk rock plumber vegan la Croix drinking distance cycling Vespa gang leading buddy shares with his wife. Apparently there are two semi_rad ‘s. See ya in Rockridge pendejo viejo
It is a well-established fact that in any group of 9 or more people, one of them is a Furry. And it’s Furries that give you the cooties.
Great post, er’thing about it. Have a great weekend my man.
Handing out the Fall Down Sticker to all the Old Dudes in the neighborhood.. Making the world a better place..