Live - Iris

It was pouring last night, which was cool cuz it added to the overall feel of Night of the living dead. I can't believe I had never seen this movie- I had always only seen parts of it and never bothered to even check out how it ended. good flick.

It's Tuesday and I have an action packed day of drinking water, going to the gym, maybe walking around the zoo solo again, and maybe hitting up a taco tuesday spot. Sleep has been a precious commodity for me these last few weeks and so whenever I get what I consider a full night's rest (5-6 hours), I feel like I gotta take advantage of my well restness. I skipped searching for a job today. Gonna give the previous jobs a couple of days to respond. Also its a mental break for me in not having to think if a company is gonna call or email me for an interview. I'm constantly checking email and checking voicemail, and sometimes that shit is too much.

Plus I am busy concocting the plot to My American me death and my Mexican me resurgence. I figure I am gonna have to start talking about my new found love of fishing (although I have never- not once- ever caught one single one of them motherfuckers.) I think that might be a record for how old you are and not having ever caught a fish. But back to my set up to dying off. Seeing as I'm not about to dig a body up to replace me in a wicked car fire, I need to have it so that I get lost at sea and get considered dead without a body. So that's where my love of fishing comes into play. I figure 2 weeks of new found enjoyment of fishing (where I better fucking at least catch one to ensure validity in my story)I figure I begin talking about a "fishing trip" I'm gonna take on my own, rent a boat and head out to catch me some yellow tail. Then never come back again! This is where I need your guy's help. Just roll with it. Maybe I'm dead, maybe I'm not, just go to the funeral, pay your respects and call it a night. Hell I'll throw in some money for a couple of kegs and some eating. Just go enjoy yourselves and make it look legit. Maybe shed a tear or two, or at least wear black. You'll understand if I don't make this shin dig as I'll be in Veracruz trying to set up my new Mexican me life with the birth certificate I happen to have showing I was born down there. Yeah the sadness will be this blog having to come to an end, maybe the kids being a little confused, maybe this being a little illegal and me ending up being wanted, but hey its worth a shot. I figure I'll get a job somewhere in Mexico City as like a file clerk in some law office, work my way up, build my credit, buy a law degree off some university, obtain a visa and head back on up as an aspiring 35 yr old Mexican lawyer trying to get admitted into the CA State Bar. I figure it will only take 3 years to make this comeback. This will work I am sure- its like bullet proof.

So in 3 years just go ahead and accept a friend request from a Ray Vasquez. Maybe catch Ray's blog " Mi nueva manera de llamar borracho..."

Iris by Live from what I must say a solid album called Throwing Copper. Selling the drama, Lighnting crashes, Pillar of Davidson all came from this album.