So the show last night went a lot better than I was expecting, sayings how we didn't start playing till after midnight. There were still people around even (though the weak ones started leaving 3 songs in, haha). But we made new friends with the L.A. band ADHD who kicked ass. They might even help us fill some more tour dates in.

But then I got home and some jackass either kicked my bike over or hit it with their car. Poor motorcycle was laying on its side in the road. Now my handlebars are screwey. Like Vic Vega said in Pulp Fiction, "You just don't fuck with a man's ride!" Whoever did it is obviously retarded, as there would have been no reason for them to not be able to miss my bike if they had half a fucking brain cell.

On my way to court to argue against parking tickets I didn't deserve. I parked my bike for a few days in a spot that said "motorcycles only" A day or so later they decided to install parking meters where I was parked. But after that only an hour of work, then I'm gonna get stoned and pass the fuck out.