Show you a good time

I swear I haven't always been a negative bitch about everything. For the most part, I am pretty easy going and dare I say relatively optimistic most of the time. After last night's uplifting rant, I've decided to talk about some of the things that are actually going pretty well for me even though I spend a lot of time on or at least near the crapper.

First and foremost, without the family I have, I would be fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucked right now. I'm talking living on the Mandela Parkway median high as balls on crack, shitting myself while pushing a shopping cart fucked. My grandparents have graciously let me take over their guest room, eat their food, ruin their bathroom (my grandpa's bathroom at least, no one goes in my grandma's bathroom but her. That place is cleaner than Singapore.), taken me to ensure various doctors' around Oakland's Beemers stay paid for, dealt with my less than positive outlook on life/mood, let me drive their cars, and generally been beyond supportive when really, no one has had to be. My parents don't live super close to me, but have been there for both difficult and hilariously uplifting conversations. My mom accompanied me to a particular doctor's office for a visit she insisted would be informative yet difficult for me (I just wanted to clip the guy in the teeth). My dad has been a source of calm and inspiration throughout all this. Some of you may read that and go "So?", but those of you who ever saw my dad at a Blue Nova show or during Concours week or just generally understand the "Zen of Pressman" understand how important that is to me (love you dad). My brother Andrew and Raina, his lady, have blown through the Bay on tour a few times this summer and have entertained me with their folk scene antics and weirdo tour mates. Andrew has also adopted the care-free, Austin, Texas easy-going attitude which has helped cool me out more than a few times this summer. My cousin Lori keeps me full of killer chicken soup when she's not jetting off to Argentina or Turkey for the week. Cousins Jon and Tony risked life and limb to have a beer at Eli's while I was djing in August.

Friends. There are a shit load of you and you all do various things to help me get by. Jav, Chase, Boo Boo, Sunny, Greg, Markley, Tara, Paisley, Lauryn, Jaime, Bryan, Danielle, Marcus, Cang, Anna Marie, Jasons H and R, Jose, Matt W, Jon and Erica, Alex, Jimmy Jazz, Adrian, Kyle, Jon S, Leah...yeah I probably left someone off. Doesn't mean I love you any less. Without you all, I would have given up a while ago.

So yeah...shit is grim right now. Grimmer than Kyle Bourne's iPod. Sometimes it colors my world dark as fuck. But even at it's worst, when the pain is excruciating, the vomit is extra sour, the fever rages, and the feces feel like liquid hot magma, I really don't lose sight of how good I do have it.