ok it's been a while since I posted anything. My Bad. I've had my head to far.. well in too many directions. I've been trying to prepare for a class but can't get a grip on my subject. On top of that I have these pieces in my head that want out,trouble is when I opened the door to my mind they didn't fly out so easy and the piece I did looks horrible which just tells me I'm not supposed to be playing,I'm supposed to be working.
Tomorrow is my class and as of yet I have maybe a paragraphs worth of educational material to teach the kids. Soo here I am on the phone with Honey and I'm telling him I feel the need to FLEE. He says well you can go with me to..blah.blah.blah. NO! I tell him I have a headache (woke up with it),I am about to choke the oldest one with his guitar cord or hit him with a drum stick (and not the kind you eat with either). The middle one is now 45 minutes late from the Skatepark and everything I touch has turned to.. well it sure hasn't been Gold. I really want to go to the bookstore and get some fresh inspiration. I just hate that from where I live the closest one is about 40 miles- that is one way. I think I just have the "fever" as Honey calls it. I think I'm on testostorone overload. Too many He-men and only one me. Tonight is the Third Fridays Artwalk,but I think my antsy-ness would probably not do well surrounded by crowds. I wouldn't look good in Sheriff Joe pink. So I tell Honey I am frustrated to the point of tears which the guys know is never a good thing. They go into hiding and the world goes deathly quite,like after an earthquake. His solution is for me to take an ice cold shower letting the water rain down on my head.Then take two vicodins and lay down without any books,magazines,notebooks around me and just rest. My response? Can I wash them down with Vodka?
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