Quiet, Hey?

I’ve not been that well over the weekend, and I’m fighting this off to get better if there is to be any chance of recording a show. If I am well, it’ll be up on Tuesday night, or Wednesday morning depening on where in this crazy world you happen to be reading this.

I’m writing this on a train, and some cockwipe has just dragged his bag across my shoulder and neck because as he walked by he kept his bag by his side instead of carrying it in front of him as he walked down the aisle.

Sometimes what I do is get the bag snagged. I can allow it to get really caught on my shoulder by leaning into it slightly once it drags and then letting it slam back into the fucker. Maybe it hits someone else on the way back to him? Still his fault. Keep your shit out of my shit. I will say nothing and make it look like an accident so I can blog about it. I will.

I’m not writing so much these days and I keep thinking I have to make excuses for it, but I don’t. It’s a winter thing, I’m almost certain.