The Adventures Of Dr. Speed

My nephew had his birthday party today, up in the high desert. It was cool, Christians just party different, that's all.

Happy Birthday to Mr. Sarcastic. I'll be taking him to Urban Comedy Night on Monday.

Some more shit went down at work, but I don't fucking feel like writing about it right now. However, four words will suffice. Fucking dyke, (and), penis envy.

The Cory Laval show was the everlovin' shit.

Thanks for buyin' me drinks, The Promotor and Mr. Sarcastic.

Cory covered some old shit, sang some original shit, and generally rocked tha motherfucking house. He fucking ATTACKED Prince's shit . . .

Now, there was some freak up on stage before him, with a french wave on her skull, singin' about, "Let's Be Friends", and me and Mr. Sarcastic are all like, "Hell No!", and laughing during her show, and she was way too skinny for my tastes, but she had great pipes, so at the end, we gave her a standing ovation.

The Klub was cool, with a super-diverse crowd, which I personally think is cool. Black, white, brown, yellow, all were circulating, and goddammit,
CAN'T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG?

WTF?

Back to Cory Laval, on the way back to Monster Island, we listened to his album, because even though I got his album like, 6 months ago, I'm a dumb fucking prick, and I hadn't listened to it. The CD rocks. Period.

Okay, I've done enough in my condition, Buenas Noches, Mi Amores,
Por Favor, el sleep-o well-o . . .

We are going to Cory Laval's show on Sunday at the Temple Bar in Santa Monica.

Buy a brother a drink, eh?