I can't believe I used my 1000th post to write about a dumb story about humans preferring sex and alcohol to religion and work.
I started this blog about six years ago, and have witnessed a shitload of stuff. I saw a bird committing suicide; I broke my back and farted in someone's face; I went to Cuba and had the best time of my life; did nothing - not even move - for 15 straight hours; went on 3-to-5-day sleepless stints more times than I can count; challenged Murphy's Law and lost - time and time again; and again; I've been let down and got back up; I almost fucking died.
I played solo shows, shows with my band, with experimental projects, with ''bands made of friends''. Even played in a Velvet Underground cover band. I even stole the show by just being a guest on one song.
I could have written about anything old, anything new, and I chose a bottom-drawer story.
What I should have done is thank you, anyone who would read this, whoever you are.