Yup.

Good Morning Internet, how's it going? Good? That's great. I'm pretty awesome as well. Well shit, where do I begin. It has been a few weeks and so much has happened that I can bore you with!

One reason for my lull in writing this thing is that I was in Ireland. Yup, it was pretty awesome. I went on a guided tour of most of the southern part of the country. I got to see a lot of the land, a bunch of the pretty cool land marks, and a lot of pubs. Irish people drinking a lot is not a stereotype, because it is completely true. I've never seen so many pubs in my life as I did in every town in Ireland. Anywhere we went there were pubs on every corner. The up side to this is that you are never too far from a drink, and most of these bars are bands playing. Not shitty New Jersey Shore cover bands, but old school traditional Irish bands with a couple dudes in their 60s drinking beer and rocking away on tin whistles and mandolins. Also, Ireland was just another proof to my theory that people who live in the North East are just fucking mean. I've been to Canada, Ireland, and all over the US, and I have to say that people are way more pleasant then they are in the Tri-State area. People randomly say hi to you on the start, are way more positive about life in general, and are just more fun to be around. People in this area of the world are just cold, bitter, and pissed off for the most part. It is kind of a let down when you come home from vacation and the customs counter is rambling off about "fuck this, fuck that". Oh well, New York is still awesome in my book, even if we are pricks.

The band is cranking right along and thinking about our next record. We have about half the songs written with a few more in the works. Hopefully we can spend some time this Winter molding what we have into another great record because it looks like were going to spend a little time off from shows comes the snow season. We always try to be productive as possible, but driving around the North East in the dead of winter can get a little nasty. Also, it has already snowed here. You heard me right, in October it has snowed in New York already. Nothing real, but there were flakes falling a few weeks back, which leads me to believe we are going to get ass raped with snow this weekend. The farmers almanac feels the same way, so we shall see what happens comes November and December.

Fun stuff, huh? Yeah, I've been having a blast. Besides that stuff, I'm back to normal life after vacation. Sitting at work right now having a coffee and figuring out how I'm going to act like I'm doing work for the next 7 hours. I'll figure something out. We're all going out after work to shoot pool at this thing which should be a good time. Nothing like drinking beers with your co-workers and waiting for someone to get drunk and tell you about how they really feel about your boss. It is always a blast.

Anyway, I'm out of here, time to think about doing some work. But I doubt it will actually happen. Later brah.

8am...awesome

Morning all. It is 9:15 in the morning, and this day is already awesome. As I was walking out to my car this morning (I park on the street because my place doesn't have a lot of driveway parking) and I see something on the windshield. Originally I thought it was going to be a ticket, but that wouldn't make sense being that I knew I was parked on the correct side of the road. I walk up to the car, and what is it? A note! That's right, my new neighbors had decided to leave me a little "Welcome to the neighborhood" note. At first I thought this was kind of nice, and a little random, but who cares, maybe they are all nice people. As I read it though, I realized it was more of a note outlining the "rules". Really? People fucking do this? Don't you have anything better to be doing with your day then typing up "rules" of your neighborhood for the new neighbor? FUCK. Anyway, I will outline the two main parts of this note.

So, the first request was that I not turn around in peoples driveways, as there is "plenty of room to turn around curb-to-curb". The reason for this request was because "it is very expensive to repair driveways". I was fucking speechless. Expensive to repair driveways? Holy shit folks. I know that laying a driveway costs a pretty penny, but I have to say I HIGHLY doubt that someone pulling in and out of your driveway in the morning is really taking years off the life of your driveway. I tried to figure out if this was a logic request, and honestly, I have to say, no. These people are just dicks, plain and simple. Anyway, moving right along...

"If you live above Grove Ave., you may park above it, and if you live below Grove, please park below it." Basically, I live on a pretty steep hill, and Grove Ave. is a side street which is towards the top of the hill. As most people, I wouldn't really want to leave my car parked on a steep hill everyday for hours on end, because my car is getting older, and I don't want to put the stress on the e-brake and transmission, so I park on top of the hill where it is nice and flat. Apparently this a big no-no in their eyes. Sorry to inform these people, but it is a STREET, not their personal road. Anyone can park where ever the hell they feel like it, as long as it follows the parking regulations on the street. If these new neighbors of mine think I'm going to start parking on a hill that rivals those in San Francisco, they are poorly mistaken.

Sorry for the personal rant today, I just had to express how insane this note sounded to me. Asking me to follow some set of neighborhood parking regulations? No thanks lady, I'll park up here with the good people of the block. Anyway, I'm off to a boring ass meeting at work. Stay Gold, bitches.

Is that piss?!

Hellooooooooooo internets, what's shaking? I'm good, thanks for asking.

Haven't written in a while, so I figured that a nice quite Friday at work would be a great time to get back on the blog train. New York has slowly fallen into the fall season, and I have to say I'm loving it. I love the summer as much as anyone. Beaches, BBQs, summer vacations to places, drinking in pools, you know how it goes. But I have to say my favorite season is fall. I'm a huge fan off hoodie and jeans weather and this is the perfect time of year for me. It is so nice to watch the trees change and I just feel way more comfortable this time of year, they sweating my ass off in mid-July when it's cracking 100 and my beer never stays cold. Anyway, I don't really have much going on as usual. Just hanging out, drinking beers, playing music. The band is off to Philly this weekend, which is awesome because I haven't been down there in a year or 2, and I really love that city. I usually try and get down there once a year around this time because of this awesome haunted house. Now usually haunted houses are kind of lame, but I love them anyway, because hey, it is just fun. But this one takes the cake on scaring you. It is a haunted house put together inside Eastern State Penitentiary, which is the old prison in Philly that is now shut down. You go inside the prison and spend half an hour getting walked through this place, all while having the ever loving shit out of you. It is very worth the 20 bucks, so I highly recommend it to anyone in the Philly area the month of October.

As to not make this entry super short, I'll tell a really funny criminal story that I heard a while back. My friend Billy used to work at a place called Oak Beverage. They are a really big beer distributor in my area and have all kinds of trucks coming in and out all day. One morning, a guy is pulling out of the place with an 18-wheeler full of beer. He gets about 5 blocks from the yard, and a guy on the sidewalk stops him at a stop sign. The guy jumps up on the truck and asks for directions to some where, while his partner snuck into the cab from the other side and put a gun to the guys head. They forced him out of the cab and stole it. Being he was only 5 blocks from work, he walked back and told his boss, who then called the police. The cops picked up the guys about 2 miles from where they stole the truck, but neither of the guys could really get the truck moving to fast, as they couldn't operate the transmission that well. Lesson learned, if you are going to steal a truck, make sure you can drive it.

Well, that is about it, there is a little story you can tell you friends. It was pretty funny the first time I heard it, hopefully you think it is pretty sweet also. Later friends.