Today I didn't have to work. So, I rode my bike for an hour and lifted some weights...did all that in my basement...didn't feel like driving to the gym.
So last night Rosanna and I went to my parents for dinner, before we left, I changed the channel to make my mom watch a tattoo show on t.v. She phoned me today and said she liked what she saw. I think now she understands that I'm not getting tattooed by drunk bikers...I think she thinks that I hang out with bikers...the only biker I know is my brother in law but he's far from the ZZ Top beer bellied drunk thats in her mind...and he wants a crotch rocket. Having said that she said she didn't want me to get anymore...I informed her that I'm nowhere close to being finished. I can't really explain it, I have this picture in my head on how I see myself and until I look that way I won't be happy with myself. The picture I posted is Clark tattooing my leg. Also, I got an email today from a friend of mine from a LONG time ago. Anyways, his name is Andreas and he asked me if I was still playing guitar because he is starting a new band and asked me to front it. I said I hadn't been playing for a long time (what I would need to in order to do that). It gets me thinking that I should get back into it....hell I have a tattoo of a guitar on my forearm so maybe I should live up to it.
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I was like, ooooh, you have a brother-in-law who is a biker? Sweet, I was going to start playing my bass again. You should pick up the drums man! We need a drummer, then you can sing and drum like Don Henley.
i was like, "you don't have a brother-in-law!" then i realized you meant ed, and he hardly qualifies as a biker. and then i laughed so hard, out loud, when i read ed's comment. it's a good thing we all have blogs now, keeps up the laughs.
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