“..And, in the end,
the love you take
Is equal to the love you make.”
-Sir Paul McCartney
The End
Abbey Road
“..And, in the end,
the love you take
Is equal to the love you make.”
-Sir Paul McCartney
The End
Abbey Road
Hope.
Even if it’s false,
is still Hope.
And you hold on to it.
Last night I dreamt this awesome chord progression,
And some guy from a distance banging a rhythmic beat.
I wanted to play it as soon as I woke up,
but I couldn’t remember any of it.
I hate that!
But if I dream about people who piss me off,
I can give you every single detail.
I hate that even more.
Listening to Dream Theater
catapults my brain into
AUDITORY AWESOMENESS!
“Nothing is all wrong.
Even a clock that has stopped running,
is right twice a day.”
[Anonymous]
Well. That’s my time in Ottawa.
I really had a great time. As always.
My sincerest thanks to my family and friends who always make Ottawa, my home.
And we ate out so much, I was literally crawling back to the car.
I actually gained 10 lbs. on my first 3 days. No joke.
I was so full, I didn’t know what was happening half the time.
Anyways,
Am at the Airport now and waiting for my flight.
Tu vas me manquer, Ottawa.
I will miss you a lot.
At DTW – Detroit Airport:
1) -1130- This place is huge. I’m freakin’ starving! Gonna find me some nourishment.
2) -1252- That’s the fifth guy I saw with an iPad. (Bastard! I hate you!) I want one.
3) -1300- You know, I’m not much into “people watching,” but man, these people are crazy!
4) -1309- Good God, Sir! I don’t think your friend on the phone is deaf. Can he not hear you or you just like attention?
5) -1322- I learned this guy’s life story and medical condition just because he talks so loud on the phone. Maybe I should do the same and blurt out about my epileptic anus.
6) -1327- Nevermind. I farted on him.
I’m leaving.
7) -1333- Been listening to Tenacious D this whole time. It really fills my heart with Heavy Metal Rage!
8 ) -1400- Alright. Gonna board soon. The Pilot is here. I think he’s drunk.
On my flight route to Canada.
I have more than 4 hours of layover.
So allow me to update this site of where I’m at.
It’ll help my sanity.
Here we go.
At MCO Orlando airport:
1. -6am- Holy Crap, Mr. TSA agent! That was some thorough frisking you did there.
Are we engaged now, or what?
I think you forgot to pat down my left testicle.
2. -630- Alright. I’m in. It is too early to do anything. Too early to be awake too.
3. -720- I guess I better go sit by my gate. Am having too much fun people watching.
4. -800- Gonna board soon.
5. -815- This guy sitting next to me is a spitting image of my brother Brian. Body built and all. I would take his picture so I can show my brother, but I don’t want to be weird between us the whole flight. He’s a big guy and he can kill me. That TSA agent already violated me today. I’m tired.
Just got settled in this Orlando Hotel.
I am Canada Bound by tomorrow.
Ahhh. I can already smell the scent of Ottawa.
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty.
Oh and the air smells like bacon.
I like bacon.