the only way i have been able to check my email and msg is by the use of my cell, or mom’s computer. best way to reach me is by gmail. if you want to go voice just drop me a line with your number or request mine. easy enough? yeah i thought so. oh, and this port was typed on my cell…

Well…here we are…

well…not really…I’m more over HERE, and you of course, are there…which is why I’m writing this..haha.

Hmmm…yeah..you fuckers spamming haven’t stopped but I fixxed your little red wagon…then jacked it….souped it up…and robbing your mom’s house and using it as a get-away car. HA!

So…we have our first PAYING gig on March 11th. More on that soon though. We’re going to have all your old favorites and then debut 3 new ones. One of which will be on the album. Stay tuned fuckers…

Let’s see what else..oh yeah….nothing yet…heh..nice…short…and sweet. PERIOD END SENTENCE

Yeah..it’s me. Been a long fucking time. But thanks to some viagra, I can get a post up. Heh! Here we go once again…well..not yet…let me review the last post to see where I should pick up…hmmm….ahhhh…..yeah…here we go:

Most of you already know in one form or another that Grampa died. He’s the man that I’ve always been closest to, and if you know me, you know how I probably reacted. Well…maybe. But not really. It was surreal. I cried a lot. But there was no anger. None. I felt strangely calm over all. Maybe it has to do with the fact that he and I talked about a week before. He was really sick and his gall bladder (sp?) was giving him so much trouble. He couldn’t keep any food down or anything. But he was strong. He kept trying to get doctors to perform the surgery to remove it but he was too high risk. Too much of a chance of him not making it.

He found one brave enough to give him that chance at having a normal life again. He never woke up after surgery, but he hung on for a few days after. My mom, brother and I went and seen him in the hospital. I had them leave the room while I read him a letter I wrote. 4-6 pages later, they came back in. He couldn’t respond but I know he heard. We were all talking to him and he cried. On december 3rd he saved everyone the guilt of having to abide by his living will and pull the life support by going on his own. I’m permanently changed from it. I put optimus prime in his hospital room to be there when I couldn’t. Because to me, Grampa is the blood and flesh version of him. “He lived a warrior, and died a hero….”
The band is in the actual studio. We’re working on getting 9 tracks down. We’ve got all of them about done, cept for resinging some parts and tweaking.  One of the nine tracks is our never before heard “Lost Cause”. And it rocks fucking ass.

You can see the full rundown on www.warehouse-86.com to see the “metamorphosis journal”. It needs updating like this place, but you’ll get the jist. After we do some more tweaking I’ll post a couple of premastered samples.

Oh…and a last word. I made it where to post a comment you have to be previously approved by me, etc. So I can keep these assholes locked down. I’m going to add a total spam section where you fucks can do your thing there. just keep it out of my fucking main area. Douche-silos.