Just.... crashin' in!

Hey they cool cats and hip daddios. How's it rockin'? First, I must apologize for the way I've been leavin' you all hangin'. Just high and dry, wonderin' where the Crashman be at. I'm real, real sorry about that. I lost my way for a while and forgot about the tiny, tiny audience that had been hangin' on my every word (tiny may or may not be == 0, depending on the time of day and year). But here I am and while I don't know if this classifies as all out drunken postin', it definitely classifies as strongly buzzin' postin'. I kicked it with one of my east-coast cousins this afternoon who I hadn't seen or talked to in AGES. We're talkin' long, long time (~10+ years), so that shit was off da hook. Sometimes I forget how isolated I am out in this neck of the woods and I realize that I'm related to some real cool people and I need to be better about stayin' in touch. Anywho, I hit up the Harpo's which I haven't visited in a while and was reacquainted (fuck that shit was tough to type) with the fact that their happy hour rules. They have a super solid tap line-up and micros are only $2.50 a pint! Shit Son. I need to do that more often. Ok... so I thought I had some better stuff to say, but I might not. HOWEVER. The night is not over and... well, assumin' things go just the right amount of well, you might yet hear from me again tonight.

That's all for now. I'm up, up and.... oh shit, where did that curb come from?!

(ps - please note that any word requirin' an "ing" has been substituted with " in' " because I think it makes me cooler to talk like that)