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I found myself in one of those "how in the fuck did I get here" type moments.

Sitting and sweating in an oversized but stinky outhouse ... camelback on and drinking accerade out of a long blue tube ... sandisk e100 series mp3 headphones streaming bobby womack into my skull and I'm mouthing the words to "Across 110th Street" ... "I was the third brother of five ... doing whatever I had to do to survive ..." I've got a heart rate monitor on telling me I'm chugging along at 90 beats per minute ... I pinch off the loaf ... hrm back up to 95 ... mountain bike leaning against the wooden fence ... ready to go ...

Lovely ...

Hullabaloo 2007

Excuse me if I'm a bit hungover ... and bloated.

Highlight for me was catching Eddie Vedder acoustic as well as rocking with flea and jack irons.

Oh and Mickey Avalaon was interesting ... and uncensored.

Lots o money was raised for the kids ... so that was cool.

As you may or may not be able to tell ... I'm completely braindead and deaf so I'll likely need a few hours to recover. WHAT ...

ESPN and The Football Draft ...

Get over it. The draft is over. I'm sick of the talking heads. The only real draft is in 4 months when fantasy football starts. I'm saving my prose till then.