Discovered that there's an awesome bar not very far from my house at all ... and I've been looking for a good bar for years. A pooltable and Arrogant Bastard on tap. I was forced to demonstrate exactly how bad I am at pool, as well.
got my paw-print tattoo fixed up :)
Saw The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford. Good movie, and a surprise Nick Cave bit, but soooo long and soooooo slow, especially after not spending nearly enough time sleeping.
Talked, and talked, and talked ... traded old stories about old friends, heard stories of people all over the country, discussed plans and hopes and philosophies.
Why do I keep going back to these punk boys? And why does this feel so comfortable already?
