Monday: Taco. Tuesday: Taco.

Hi there. Greg here. How's everyone doing today? Good, good. Oh, me? I'm fantastic. It was a pretty lazy day today. But it's Sunday. Our lord and savior Jah declared Sunday a day of rest. So I made sure to do just that. The highlight of my day was probably finding thirty second clips of the songs from the new Lawrence Arms EP on Amazon. Other than that, my day has been pretty eventless. But don't you guys worry. A boring day does not equate to a boring blog entry. Au contraire, it gives me plenty of time to dig up stories from how exciting my life used to be. Man, that sounds depressing. I hope my life hasn't peaked already. I'm only 22 years old! I still need to see the world, compose beautiful music that reaches the hearts of millions, write love songs for my one and only, punch a unicorn. You know, all of the usual life goals. But don't worry, readers. I haven't peaked yet. I can outdo running my car through a daycare. Alright. Well let me continue with my story for the night.

This all happened in the year 2006, I believe. I was going to an Aquabats show in New York City with my friends Christian, Aaron, Mike, and my brother Eric. The music at the show isn't important, though. If you want to know about the music, you should've gone to the show. This story is specifically about my buddy Mike. So let me set the stage for you. We were at B.B. King's in New York. The Aquabats were playing. The place was packed and everyone was having a great time. Mike was in the middle of the crowd doing whatever Mike does when he's at a concert. But suddenly he feels a hand on his leg. So he looks down and he sees this dorky, mohawk'd kid reaching right into his left, front pocket. This kid isn't even trying to be sneaky about his actions. So this kid grabs Mike's wallet from his pants. Mike wasn't about to be ripped off by some loser mohawk kid. So Mike turns around, punches this kid right in the gut, and the kid turns around to run away from this beating. But as this kid runs away, Mike reaches right into his back pocket and swipes the kid's wallet. He got him with the ol' switcheroo! Amazing! Now, none of us saw this happen. This was just the story Mike told us on the train. So I guess it's possible that Mike just robbed the kid for no good reason, but I like to think that it happened the way that he told it. This kid was packing a full wallet, though. I think he had about sixty bucks on him. So when we got back from New York City, all of us headed to the diner, had some other friends join us, and we all ate courtesy of this failed pick pocket. It was a fantastic end to a fantastic night. The only other thing that happened that's story worthy was when Whole Wheat Bread (ugh) finished their set, the drummer threw his sticks into the audience and they hit me square in the forehead. So I spent most of the show bleeding. Some kid offered me a plastic bag to wipe the blood off of my face, but that just moved the blood around. So after the show got out, I walked around New York City with blood all over my face. I did wash it off once we got to Grand Central Station, though. It may be alright to run around covered in blood in New York, but that shit doesn't fly in Connecticut.

Well tomorrow is my busy class day, so I should probably head to bed a little early. Granted, my busy class day consists of two classes. But they're both two and a half hours long! That takes up my whole day pretty much! I'm busy from 2 until 8! I only get that hour break in between classes. And in that hour break, I'm mostly driving from one campus to the other. My Marketing class tomorrow is being held in the 4th floor library in the dumb pyramid building. What a confusing building. I just hope I don't get lost looking for the library. Libraries are normally pretty big, though. So I figure as long as I can find my way to the 4th floor, it's cake from there. Let's hope so! And if not, I guess I'll never be the marketer (or explorer) I've always wanted to be. I guess playing guitar for tips is a pretty romantic lifestyle. I'm almost positive that there's no downside to it. Those tips are tax free, man! I'll be beating the system! Yes, I'll sure be living large. Alright, enough of this rambling. I already gave you your big story for the night. Now I'm going to wrap this up, see if there was anything that I was supposed to read for class since last week, and then head to bed. I'll catch all of you cool cats tomorrow. Look forward to it!