I fortunately don't suffer with or from arthritis, but there are those that think I should be sedated.....heavily. I guess my attempts at self-medication aren't sufficient enough...
"Twenty twenty twenty four hours to go..." Well, I try, in my way....mostly in my way...;)
Yeah, dumpster dough in LA will run some bucks, but consider the damage to self if you loaded/hauled/unloaded and the combat traffic betwixt. And the trailer and/or the PU you may not have. And then there's the Smell of the dump....makes your nose want to retreat to the back of your skull...
Well, medicate lightly, and go enjoy. I wish I could go with you...stare at the baubles, listen to a few, and tolerate some of the nearly galaxy class hyperbole that accompanies it....
"You absolutely guarantee that, when I listen to This amp, I will nearly pass out from the orgasms it triggers? Really?!"
(Run that pass a rep at your own risk...the response will be Precious, but I can't say exactly What It Will Be...;). I'd love to wear that on a T-shirt to a show, Just Because I Can. *L*)
We could retreat afterwards to the Barbed 'n Grilled to lift a few and say "What'dya say? My ears are still ringing..." for awhile...
Yup, you're right. No respect. *L* It's a show, I've paid for admission, but I don't have to drink the Kool-Aid and fawn on Pavlovian demand. 'State of the Art' still depends on state of mind of the observer. I will attend the church, but have no need to be an altar boy.
An altered one....maybe...*LOL*
