It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you...

without a dope blog to step to.

Sorry for that.

A lot has happened in a week. My time in Orange County was amazing. Thanks to Mindy Hoch, Javier Van Huss, Erica Koska and Family, Sara Rockwood, Adrian Castillo, Leah Putnam, Andrew and Commissary Lounge, Norm and Misses Norm, Chase Corum, Collin O Brian, Keath Moon, Rachel Johnston, Matt Horwitz, Osh and White Lotus Tattoo and everyone else I ran into/hung out with. I had a total fucking blast and completely got out of my head for four days. It was exactly what I needed at this point in my life. You guys are fucking awesome.

I got the torture test results back. The ultrasound found fat on my liver that needs to go, and the HIDA Scan found nothing wrong with the Gall Bladder. Fuck my life. I have an endoscopy Monday and an order for more stool samples. Yeah, I can't really even comment. Trying to be positive.

I had a conversation last week that kinda fucked with my head for a minute. Without getting to into it, because its not really blog material, I feel like my grown up plans and intentions weren't taken seriously because I grew up punk, and still am involved with punk at 30 years of age. I have lots of visible tattoos, I listen to loud, unruly music, I make unconventional decisions, and while I may not be leaping off the stage at every show at Gilman St, I still live my life in that vein in a lot of ways. The thing is, for the most part, I do grown up shit. I don't really like going out all the time. Most of the time, I don't go see bands I don't really love anymore. I would rather be at home by 10pm than out getting wasted. I am trying to aim my life to a place of stability. I want to end up married with kids and house. I don't want roommates forever. I don't want to have touring bands playing my basement. But if for the time being, I have to do that to get by, I will. I will make do in any situation, because that's what punk taught me. If you can't get in the club, the club is wherever you are.

So this goes out to all the old dudes who are slowing down the life and playing the game by the rules, but don't remember where they came from, and still get wild without necessarily buying into the aspects of punk that don't matter in the long run.

Shit I want to do when I'm in OC in 2 weeks

I have a bunch of other writing to get done today, so I don't have time to get all "boo fucking hoo my life sucks" on you today. Here's a list of awesome shit I want to do in OC.

Places I want to eat at, no matter how sick it'll make me:
Albertacos
Albatros
Taco Loco
Super Pollo (that by far is going to be the most taxing, but its been years)
Two Brothers
Wheel of Life (maybe? Adrian...is the shit still even good?)

Places I want to drink beers at:
The Little Knight
The Huddle
The Almight Commissary Lounge
That weird mexican restaurant I met Collin at with Sunshine (Collin...help a dude out with that)
Fill in the blanks. It's drinking beers.

Things I want/need to do to my body:
Touch up the fade
Marr and Marr
Fight to Lose on the throat
Another nose ring (Adrian...whats the overhead on that?)

Other bonuses:
D-land
Play bass for The Mistake (the less musical responsibility the better)
Mosh for Children of God and The Love Below
Hang out with Devon
Baby Shower
Neil Alan Wright
Matt Horwitz


Ok...I have to write this bio on my brother and his lady before they summon the gods of folk rock and send weird 50 year old lesbian van drivers with attitudes after me.