If these walls could talk...

I just ordered around $100 of $2 posters for my walls. Glad I finally got back to it. The next time I purchase posters it will be silk screened posters. Thats going to put a serious dent in my wallet.

Also, I just came home from The Spectrum in Irvine. Met some older dude who worked at the Hot Topic there who seemed to share similar musical interests as me. We talked about music for a while and he recommended I check out this Power Violence/Grindcore comp titled, " This Comp Kills Fascists," and was released by Relapse Records. It has some bands I already listen to but there are quite a few I haven't. Insect Warfare is fucking sick.

I went out with the family to dinner today. My Dad wanted to take us to this place out in Irvine called Lucille's Smokehouse Bar-B-Que. Nice place in a nice area.

Our waitress was gorgeous. I ordered their ribs and just looking at the plate I was intimidated. I was full just by looking at it. I picked at my food a little and just drank the drink I ordered. They give you your drink in a jar with a straw. Like a jam jar. Southern as fuck.

Something happened to me during that dinner and I don't know why it happened during that moment, but it did and it all became simple. I found myself at a point where I finally had gained a little clarity after how incredibly complicated it has all been making out to be this whole time. Ripples to calmer water. The image was no longer as distorted as it always had been. I made a promise to myself.

Shut up and drive.