The family that lives together rocks together

BB's current therapy: Bad Brains LIVE at CBGB 1982

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It's a beautiful day. MOBB is over in Dallas somewhere, doing some work thing or something.

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THEGIRL was up most of the night, sick. She's fine now, keeping her food down. No fever.

Why do these bugs always strike overnight?

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So I spent all morning feeling like I'd been hit by a truck.

Not much sleep does that to a boy.

I struggled to come out of it, to find a peaceful place in me. Hard to explain I guess.

Eventually, I found it.

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Now I feel great.

I feel ready. For anything.

Try me.

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From a moment ago...

Me: "Hey [Wolfboy], this is a kind of music you maybe never heard before. It's punk rock. It's all ugly sounding and they dance funny and have funny haircuts. They're called BAD BRAINS."

Wolfboy: "Maybe that's why they're not very good."

Me: "What?!? I like this!"

Wolfboy: "I don't like their look."

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Plebian!

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Eh, I plan to play The Kids are Alright after this. The family that lives together rocks together.

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I'm not even sure what that means.

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Step right up, get your ticket punched. Only seven to go.

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Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.

No, scratch that. pay lots of attention to him.

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I think my Tang has fermented.

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I hurt in all those places I got punched yesterday. But it's a good hurt..

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I should get out and sun myself at some point I guess. Find some place to stretch out like a cat, feel the goodness.

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All right, this laundry isn't gonna fold itself. Thank you for stopping by.