I got my pickup truck professionally washed at Hand Car Wash at Grover and Koenig. (There are laws in Austin against washing your own damn car in your own damn driveway.) Boy they made the outside (of my dented, bent-bumpered 1999 Ford Ranger) look new. The wheels are silver, not black! And the inside looks nice; thoroughly vacuumed, and the floor mats de-leafed. But it stinks! It smells so bad I want to sell it. It smells like the cheapest perfume, and a gallon of it. And they put weird grease on the tires and the sun-baked old truck cap and the bumper treads.
I feel like somebody put make up on my truck and put it on the pole. I’m ashamed of not being a better parent. She’s airing out in the carport now.
Gary Johnson does jazz hands. I’m sure this was very unfair to Mr. Johnson but it was funny. I would be happy to do any of the other candidates doing jazz hands too, but I need a picture of him or her doing something that could be interpreted as jazz hands.
Selling some drum hardware I’ve picked up along the way. It’s all mismatched and if I ever find myself playing drums again I just want to buy a new kit. So this stuff is going cheap. Premier stands, three kick pedals, Sabian hi-hats, a Pearl hi-hat stand, a cool floor tom/snare combo, an ugly snare from a Norma kit.
Really, if you want to take all of it, I’ll give it to you for a hundred bucks. Or I’ll piece it out. Just contact me. It’s all in my truck and I don’t want to bring it back in the house.