Coke, Beef, Beer, Existence.

Last night, Kevin and I had a session with Rum ‘n coke. While I reached a delightful level of buzz, Kevin had to stay the night; no hope for driving. I woke up today and he was sprawled on my floor, feet on the couch, pillow on the space heater.

Later, Tommy and I met up to rock… him on drums, me on bass.

It felt kinda weird at first. Sometimes you’re in the mood, sometimes you’re not.

I’ve been suffering from insomnia lately. It’s been a new thing, ever since tour ended. Normally I can go to sleep on command.

So, I was kind of reserved to rock. We started by playing slow stoner riffs. Then it sort of escalated into this 30 minute massive jam out that cleansed and integrated the shadows of my psyche.

After that, I reunited with Joel and waxed philosophical in a beer and burgers kind of way.