I'm a cowboy,
on a steel horse I ride.
I'm wanted (WANNNNTTED)
Dead or alive...

So about five days ago, Ken Martin told me a rather humorous story.

In New York, there lived two brothers that owned a chicken farm. On this farm they had about 30,000 chickens. All of a sudden, these chickens stopped laying eggs. Since they were only raised to lay eggs, their meat was worthless and probably just as well. The brothers called the New York FDA branch and asked what they should do with their chickens, and the FDA said something to the tune of, "I don't care what you do with them, just get rid of them." So what do these modern day heros do but rent a city wood chipper and a huge dumpster and have at the chickens. Incredible.

I jammed with Rick Bach and Tom Else last saturday. It was good shit. I am going to be the drummer on Rick's upcoming album. I bring the sexy heaviness to Rick's style of mellow (I hate to say) EMO rock. Well, he'll grow out of that I'm sure. That's all for now. Keep it real... or unreal if your like that.