grindmonkeh

Time will be on my side
No looking back this time
All that I've known is gone
Time to be moving on...
3 a.m.

I went to the driving range with my friend Dusty yesterday morning and hit some balls. I was surprised at how well I was hitting the ball considering I've only been to the range once this summer and haven't played a single round. Dusty asked me for lessons, so I sorted through the remnants of my golf team days and showed him some drills. You never see golf pros wearing Slayer t-shirts. The world is amiss.

I went out for lunch with my friend Sarah to the Olive Garden. I sort of run out of things to talk about with her and end up listening to the 'guy of the week' report, but she's nice enough that it makes up for it. Her brother is playing drums for Kortney Kale now...he played for the Dixie Chicks a couple of years ago. I asked her if he likes playing country, and she said no...but it pays well. I guess I have my own ideas of what hell is like.

Dan, a guy I know who works during the daytime, stopped by while I was in midslumber at seven in the evening to borrow a coat hanger. His girlfriend lives in the same apartment complex that I do. I can't remember why he even needed the coat hanger. (I'm seriously considering making the sign...."Come in. Help yourself. Leave me the hell alone.") I'm going to go ask him why when he gets here at eight.