It’s a bitch when you can’t even walk down to your own mailbox with some drunk-driving-douchebag running you over. At 11 am. On a Sunday. Of course I suppose they could have been drunk from the night before. Been there and done that but when I drink I don’t get in the car. I don’t even ride as passenger when I’m drinking (unless I am passed out and being taken home). Too afraid I might blow chunks on someone’s carpet.
‘SickBoy’ as he calls himself on the web, has this to say about himself on his MySpace (http://www.myspace.com/asickboyforyou) page:
Just your regular, not so everyday, irish, tattooed rock-a-billy guy. I play the drums, and love it. Currently between bands. Looking for another one to ROCK with. I work as a Bartender on 122nd and holgate. I drink…a lot. I mean it. Started my own drinking magazine. What better way to get discounts at bars, right? I Like to go to shows, and events. I like to camp, yea I said camp, but rarely get the chance. I’m originally from L.A. I love Oregon. Good weather and great snow for snowboarding. Minneapolis is really grew on me though. I have lived in several differant countries, and many states. Thats me in a nut shell