The Adventures Of Dr. Speed

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 . . .