Managed to snap that while I was rehousing the evil devil! No threat poses or “teleporting!” Good times!

Today has been pretty interesting. up and down. I got another Tarantula in the mail. It’s a P. Murinus or it’s common name OBT (Orange Bitey Thing). He’s really defensive and can “teleport” (Teleporting = REALLY FAST.). Beaufitul. I’ll try to get Pics to post as soon as I get his new container finished up. Gotta run out and buy a display cube from Michaels because I don’t have a vial big enough. He’s almost double the size I thought he was going to be, so I put him in one of my change out tupperwares until tomorrow!

I’m in the market for a new drum kit. My bassdrum is warped, and I dunno what from. It’s not too bad, but bad enough to lose it’s tuning after a couple of days of playing. And of course, a new bassdrum will cost 800 bones itself, so really…what’s the point? All I have to do is throw in a little more and I’ll get another kit from the new PDP series. Or I can branch out and try those Yamaha Stage Customs that I recorded on in the studio. I dunno, I’m going to show around A LOT! I’ll probably be hitting Mom’s Music up, but I don’t know if I’ll hit madison’s up. I love it, I really like Davey, but after he screwed us out of battle of the bands I’m a bit pissed. I also happen to know that he get’s the leftovers from Jeffersonville, and Louisville, so I’ll be checking those two out first.

I’d like to get some 12, 14 and 16 toms, but I’ll probably have to go with 10, 12, 14, and 16. Pay for the extra floor tom (14 or 16). I really wanna avoid the suspended floor toms, but I may not have a choice. EVERY company is moving to those. I really hate them…their a pain to adjust just right. And I don’t really need another snare. At the moment if I re-headed my original PDP snare and put it on a stand I’d have 3!!!! I already have my Lars Ulrich Custom as my main snare, and then my secondary is a pearl piccolo. I don’t think I need anymore, but I know if I get a new kit, it’ll come with another one. I’m looking into buying some wall mounted snare baskets (the top of the stands that hold the snare drums) and setting them up to hold my spares.

Anyhow…I’m off!!! More comic books to read through!

Let’s see…My step dad and I had a huge freakin fight…nothing out of the ordinary. It’s happened before, but in the midst of the fight he was trying to pretty much gouge my eye out and his finger was in my mouth. You guessed right….I chomped. Then I gave him a back fist in the junk that raised him a bit off the ground. He hit me in my bad ear and aimed at my bad shoulder toward the beginning of the fight so I thought fair was fair, seeing as how he has a bad prostate infection.

So “It was on like Donkey Kong”.

Of course after is all is said an done. I got some really good quotes which I’ll have to explain in definition form, but they’re funny none the less. I can defind my fighting style as “Trying to push them over the edge and capitalizing on their mistakes….” In other words…the gay jokes were flying, threats were hilarious, and he just got more made at every one I made. Oh..and he hates being called “bitch.” so I called him one every chance I got.

*note: His friend got him some guns that he keeps in his garage. A shot gun, in which he calls a “Shotty”, and a pistol which is a “nine”.*

Him: Mother fucker I’ll go get my fucking guns and smear your fucking brains around the fucking yard…

Me: Go get your guns…GO GET YOUR “SHOTTY”, Unlike you I don’t need weapons to fight, you fucking little bitch…

(I said shotty in a really snotty tone and did a mimic of a one handed shot gun cock…)

*Note: We were on the ground and he was ATTEMPTING to choke me…(wrongly I might add…he don’t know how to fight!).*

Him: You little fucker…call me a bitch….call me a bitch again…

Me: You fucking little pussy ass faggot cock sucking spigger bitch! BITCH BITCH BITCH! (This was accompanied with punches to his face to add exclamations while I said bitch..)

*Note: We finally were seperated at one point and he grabbed a chunk of concrete*

Me: Oh no…the little fucking bitch has another weapon….Let’s go out front you little fucking faggot, I’ll fucking make you bite the goddamn concrete!

(Bite the concrete is referencing “Bite the Curb” or “Put your fucking mouth on the curb…” from american history X *movie*, in which he puts his mouth on the curb and get’s his head kicked in….)

Him: What? Mother fucker!! I was in prision for 17 years for someone calling me out of my name and I killed them…I…

Me (Cutting him off): Yeah..and you were someone’s bitch in prison for 17 years too…taking it up the ass…every day…you fucking bitch ass pillow biter..

(This was accompanied with pelvic thrusts…I’m such a fucking prick…)

Eventually we just left it at that which leads me to fastforwarding to the subject title of this post. First…a little back history…

My younger brother stood up to the step dad, because he was trying to bully him and shit. A small scrap ensues and less than a week later my brother’s cat is found dead, in the dog pens. Now this is suspect because that cat does NOT like dogs and never went within 50 feet of the damn things. So it’s not hard to put two and two together.  Now I’m sure of it because it happened twice…

After the fight with the step dad, my brother is feeding and watering the dogs today and found my Rottweiler dead. No apparent source of death (blood, etc) but he was already stiff. The step dad was in a fucking hurry to “bury him” and rushed out there in his “injured glory” and buried him way way out of the way of where we normally bury our animals. Too convinient.

I think it’s his fucking way to take revenge on everything that we do.  And my mom is so brainwashed that He can do NO wrong. He was caught stealing and arrested 3 times…he blamed blackouts and she believed him. She has her doubts now, but she won’t act on anything, and it’s just too damn easy to blame me and my brother for everything.

Well well well…

It’s father’s day and first off I’d like to say Happy Father’s Day Dad….I love you. Second of all…We had our first show last night. In front of a sold out crowd of ten or less…hahaha. It was for a good cause though. We donated $50.00 and our time to help out a family in need, it feels good and I’m glad we could do it. It turned out alot better than I thought it would. My double bassing has gotten alot better and I’m happy about that. I also got a new twenty inch crash, but I need to break it in…it still sounds too rich. Still bitchin’ though.

We did pretty damn decent, expect to see some video with pretty decent sound coming up soon. Actually as soon as I get off my ass and hop to it. I still look a little tight on my hihats.. I think I figured out why too. I think I need to move them closer, so I can open up more. I dunno…Time to experiment again. Last time I did I ended up setting my kit up double bass style with only one bass drum – thanks to my freakin’ arm and the surgeries.

Speaking of which, it ached a bit last night, but not as bad as it did when I played with Dylan and Jess. I dropped the size sticks I use down to 7a. They’re alot smaller and lighter..Bud damn they work!

Anyhow…my new email addy is theoutlawtorn(at)gmail.com if you all wanna get in touch. replace the (at) with @.

I’ll end on a song that’s meant alot to me over the years reminds me of Dad:

We were ready for anything

Everyone knows some pain
I see the loss every time some ones says your name
When you know someone who shines hard
A soul of the age who dosn’t care
Who the fuck you are
You had a friend, a brother who was everything
But he had to go away… that was yesterday
I’ve lost a lot of people in my time
The good, the bad, the unreal,
And the one who shine
So i know you all understand
When i say that untilthey left
We were ready for anything… but this

(chorus)
You are not gone
We keep you here inside us
You are not gone
We know you’re still beside us
You are not gone
We have this light you gave to us

Now its time to lay to rest our friend
And through these songs
His memory will never fucking end
We wiil see that
Through this loss we’ll shed some light on you
Until the day you left us

We were ready for anything…but this

You are not gone
We keep you here inside us
You are not gone
We know you’re still beside us
You are not gone
We have this light you gave to us

Why’d you have to go? we never had a chance
I can’t believe it so i wont asmit it
Life ain’t shit without you in it

You are not gone
We keep you here inside us
You are not gone-
We know you’re still beside us
You are not gone-
We have this light you gave to us

Every body says the light that shines the brightest
Burns out fast
But what they never say is
All the light they give us lasts
We hold the memoriesand cherish
Everyday we had
But we would give it up in a second
Just to have you
Back!!!