It's dancing time
Okey so the weekend was great. I needed this badly. The Swahili Bob party was like the tip of the iceberg. In the sub I meet a couple of hard ass fans that offered me beer and told me that Poison Ideas acutually was a great rolemodel for Turbonegro and that they actually are pretty huge. Something I didn't understand when I asked Rob (plays the bass) if the actually earned money on his music. When we got there the line was huge but as we were on the guestlist we just smothly walked to the front and said our names. Whit vodka, wine and gin we got apshit. Feelt dizzy and flouting and I thanked the sweet lord for liqoure. Meet Rob and talked with him, thanked him a hundred times for putting us on the list. We keept on crouzzing and collecting beer and I started to feel that I was going from apshit to fucking mental. The band started and we danced, collected more beer, danced and smoked. Got home in a great state and went to work the next day. Saturday was a running day. Whit my legs in the back I ran from evil brats with puke on their back. Got home 4:30 but earned an hour of sleep. And now my body is sore from boxing and after 2 practices they asked me if I had plans on competing. I said I don't plan but that it sounds fun. In my head I just saw my bony body disappearing under a sea of muscles.
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