What's up, Friday? I've missed you.

Blue light special...we got a knife sale!



• Last night, the three musketeers (that being myself, my brother and my sister...currently all abiding under 1 small roof) got wild. Brother was, as he puts it, "shitty/deads". Sister fell and caught herself with her chin instead of her hands. That rug burn on her face was radiating so much heat. I was sweating to the oldies. (not golden oldies, but Terence Trent D'Arby's Wishing Well qualifies in this instance.)


• I was recently discussing my first real concert experience. My dad took me to see Tom Petty when I was 9. First time seeing weed being smoked. First time seeing boys macking on boys and girls with girls. (although it wasn't until a couple years later that it registered that was what I was witnessing...9 is young!) One of my favorite concerts ever for virtue of the fact that it was safe, controlled, chaperoned, and I knew every word to every song.

• Last but not least, I'm pretty sure at some point last night, we started discussing the relevance of Jock Jams. Even if I conjured that up in my head, I've still got a goodie here for you to get your weekend pumped up!

mp3: Black Box - Strike it Up