So in one successful day, I found a bed, (comfy as ever), got rid of my futon, and that hideous camper shell. Sparky is now back to his roots of being a cool ol' skool truck when EFI was a wanted feature, he proudly displays it and prances free of ugly white nasty crap on his back...
And, despite the feathers poking me in the back and my shoulder, it was extrememly difficult to get out of bed this morning, what with the comfort factor of my sleeping arrangements now increased exponentially.
And, Ivey finally called me and woke me up today, he got married back in May, punk- I wish he hadn't- she's a psycholunatic with homicidal tendencies, and I hope and pray that she doesn't hurt him any more... at least he was able to make his own wise decision to make the long distance call from his work to check in, and let me know he's alive...
Last night's show was cool, I'm glad Josh hooked it up, went to the Mission to Cy's place and we took his vfr to the show, where they used tubas, and a saw, and old tapes, and plastic lambs to play an entertaining performance... A little bit too "rocky" for me but it was neat. Would have rathered been at the burning of Zozo, but my dad sent me phone pics so I felt like I was kinda there in spirit...
Now, to go finish fixin up the Zeph.
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