not a manic monday, more like a maniac thursday

and i think that my rabbi was the only witness. apparently, i telephoned him while he was chillin in a casino. the social distortion brought that call on.

basically, i suck at many parts of sampling, especially when candy ass people i'm with are cold. put on some clothes, bitches! (today i was wearing the plastic underwear)

i can only write so fast with a wet, diesel-infested permanent marker. a fucking felt tip pen, a magic marker!

but some of my railyard pals stopped to chit chat, which was super-cool. one gave me some sweet reflectorized gloves! now, it looks like i mean business in a yard.

i'm so so not looking forward to the cheyenne yard tomorrow. fucking snow and shit. plastic underwear, and brown clothes will be required.