Totally getting ready to do some work at my awesome workshop.

Getting ready to leave Kennett. Packing up huge speakers. Packing my Waffle House carpet.

Seriously considering making an exit.

Keeping a day all to myself. Swapping jobs. Drinking coffee: my entrance fee to make copious use of the internet. Reading all blogs ever.

Criminally continuing to punch and steal. Digging arm-deep through thin translucent barriers.

Just read the "rational recovery" bullet points again. Read them in the Ashland library, read them again in here in Papa's Java, Key West.

Dude. I can't even FIND a parking spot without free wifi. The island rocks this year. And I think I'm getting fat.

Horsing around in Kennett. It seemed like a great idea. Hmm. Stew, huh? Baseball.

Criminalizing Kennett Square. Making it illegal. I'm illegalizing this town.

Clearly in Kennett Square. Oozing my way back to Philadelphia. No set plan of attack.

Waking up late. Making some rice before I go back to sleep. I'll be awake again in time for tailgating then staring into space until 6am.

The only song that matters anymore: http://tinyurl.com/39d5l3

I'm about to go eat everybody's soup. I'm about to eat your chili as well. Fork and spoon in my bag; I'm climbing in through your windows.

Listening to that Jack Johnson track about the train breaking down. Unapologetically. I'm not hip. I love you all with sincerity.

Loud iPod Deerhoof || cigarette smoke cloud attack || Awesome coffee shop

Updating my secret blog in a bright smoky box.

Couscous, Trader Joe's split pea soup, Cheese-injected hot dog slices, spices, hot sauce, olive oil. Mix. Run out and shop.

Horsed around at the parade. Now I'm horsing around at home. What a beautiful day.

My new blog is tight as fuck. http://tinyurl.com/65pvjd

I am crushing those who wish to defeat me. I am sitting on a chair.