imagine that, The machine actually let me on

I did the elusive blog dance with Amy last week. She's cool,back in Portland now. This is a strange week indeed for the Hankster. My friend Sam I Am, dad went out of town for awhile, Sam gives me his housekey! Coolas yule. Man oh man, I crawl off into that ac, well its kind of indescribable. Anyway, Portland must be the promised land. Hell, seems to me everybody is moving there. Not everybody,but a few of my friends. Chris Anderson, Diane in a month, and Jade too, before summer is over. I've been there, it aint no great shakes, aint no Austin leastways. Saw Bekka the other night, she was off to Waco in her daddy's Mustang. The top was down of course. Now we're in the dog days. Have ya noticed anything? Folks on the street are getting angry. Tis the heat naturally. What i've come to believe though, is its unnaturall to hang out in the heat all day long and all night also. The alcohol turns the mind to a quivering mass of rage. The unfunny thing is, nobody knows why they're "irritable. There are some good points about the heat tho, the females of the species seem a bit more amorous. But who knows? Certainly not me. I guess i am still roadying for Sam.I wonder how they're gonna like that when we play The Arachnid Web? Oh well,get over it. Well, I perceive that time here is fleeting. See ya'll in the funny pages. Somebody loves ya.