I've got a little time before ducking out of the office. The presentation at the governors' mansion was a fukn nightmare fiasco. Govna Ben was drunk off his ass. He drank three bowls of squid testicle stew, made a rambling, bizarre, profanity-laced speech to the assembled dignitaries and press, and then vomited behind his podium. His assistants and lackeys proceeded to usher him out a secret trapdoor behind the giant tapestry of King Kamehameha.
Suddenly all I want to listen to is Iron Maiden. The only CD I have is Seventh son of a seventh son. All the other albums are on vinyl at my parents' house in California. Number of the Beast, Piece of Mind, Powerslave. Gotta pick up CD's this weekend. I think I'm turning back into a hesher.