Life.

Went to a bunch of shitty bars last night, and paid a bunch of ridiculous covers to get in.

The highlight was waking up this morning and thinking I pissed my pants because my jeans were soaked, but than my girlfriend reassuring me that it was because she poured a beer down my pants at the bar last night. I don't remember this happening, at all, and considering I was drinking JD out of the bottle, pissing my pants wasn't that ridiculous of an assumption.

The best part was riding the street car home from her house, and smelling like a homeless street bum.

I'm watching Top Gun and designing the new Saint Alvia record now. I plan on staying in tonight, but I also planned on playing in the NHL and being a pro skateboarder when I grew up.

Cest la vie.

Tony Cobra Age 32.