Supper

I begin by saying that Barry Bonds and his 45 pound head need to shut the fuck up. He wants to act like the media final got what it wanted and they brought him and his family down. He's now out indefinetly with knee surgery. Hmm... Right when MLB starts testing for "juice" Barry takes some time off. Let me guess, Barry returns having dropped like 80 pounds and 6 hats sizes in a year and it's all due to his inability to workout while rehabbing his knee? The media didn't bring you down, or make your kids cry. The color of your skin didn't bring you down. The needles you've be jabbing in your ass in concert with your "cream" for the last 10 years did that. You brought yourself down. Now stay down, and stay gone. I suppose if you didn't do steroids you might have said so by now. Now here's a roid free baller.

Last night after doing a show in Ann Arbor friend and fellow comic Brent Sullivan and I had a meal at TK WU. We were then both treated to 3am wake up calls in the form of severe abdominal pain followed by distressed visits to the lavatory. ARGH!! I can only speak to my own experience, but as a rule I don't enjoy pissing out of my ass while trying to find something to blow chow into.

So seminal Positive Hardcore Icons BOLD are back together. Everybody except Drew is back in the fold and they have a couple of shows already lined up for April. They will apparently try and craft a sound that falls between "Speak Out" and "Looking Back". I know a lot of people hate BOLD, but I have a spot for them and will give them a shot. This reunion might be the best thing ever, or just the opposite, I'll wait and see.

Rest in peace Morty Seinfeld.

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