Oh lord. What an insane week it has been. I have stories abound about my time as a carnie, dance parties with straightedge Hamburg girls, the gigundo naked party, and gestopo parking enforcers, but I shall sit on these until the long awaited party tomrrow evening. I do expect all to be there - espically you, Metalpeter - and all to be in prime rocking form. I turned down a $200 day of work to attend this shindig, therefor anything short of rocking so hard that dimands disapear into dust will not be tolerated. Leave your jewels at home.

Ever since I pulled off that 25 hour shift Wednesday through Thursday at the Fair, I’ve lacked the energy to do much of anything productive, using what little energy and motivation I have to trying to get the apartment in order now that the final housemate has arrived. This is not to say nothing outlandishly ridiculous has occurred, for that is entirely not the case, but I just haven’t had the patience to try and sit down and reflect upon it. Perhaps I’ll catch up on some of the more absurd highlights of the last week, and I’ll defiantly try to write in length about yesterday’s event at Central Terminal, but for now I must get my ass back to the Fair to load out the Vince Gill and Patty Loveless concert.

Well I’ll just try to add this. Ideals aside, it was a fantastic experience. It’s difficult enough to get 1,500 people together in this city for anyting other than professional wrestling, sports, or over priced concerts, and as I am slowly becoming an open nudist, and a supporter of the Central Terminal Restoration (non-profit, Paul) Corporation, I found the experience truly amazing. I’ll write more on this as well as my strange encounter with the artist sketchily staring and waving at me while I was lounging on my porch after the shoot when I get a break from working within the next few days.

From 11:00PM until 9:00AM I’m working the main stage load-in at the Erie County Fair. At 10:00AM tomorrow, I’m working stage hand at the Lynard Skynard concert. This goes until 1:00AM Friday, and at 9:00AM I need to be showered and at my other job working Bob Newhart. Is this humanly possible? Of course not. We must thank the pharmaceutical industry for inventing and finding a treatment for ADD.

I apologize if anyone else has posted this information, as I feel it ought to be old news, but this Sunday Spencer Tunick ((GOOGLE - ) ) is shooting yet another mass of nude bodies in train station photo at Central Terminal for an upcoming exhibition at the Albright Knox. If this is indeed old news and anyone else has signed up for it, let me know so I may perhaps meet up with you. If not, check out the link below to learn more and sign up if you’re interested.

I make forty six dollars an hour!!! I don't have time for this shit. I work for a law firm. They sent me to pick up pencils.




What don't you understand? Here, look. Does it look like I have ID on me?




Tell me, yes or no. Am I under arrest? If not, get out of my face. Ambulences freak me out. I have to get back to work.