It always baffles me, when people ask me for things. These people don't know me.....reputation is a strange feeling downtown. Not much hate, but illegal seems to be the way of my walk. Someone I didn't know bought me a shot of JD last night. Made me happy, KD filled my glass most of the night due to my broken bank account. I played 3 Lil' Putos at the bar, I haven't heard that tune since high school. The jukebox stopped in my second song, for the live band to start playing.......a funky little jam band with a whiteboy rapper. Basically sounded like crap I hear on MTV, the sad thingis: it isn't crap. This band had obviously practiced, a lot. The problem with this is, hip hop needs to recognize it's origin. Not reflect New York if pumping outta Austin, fucking reflect Austin! Oh well?

My second daylog.....my first is in the red, reminds me of why I am writing less and less on E2. Here's my grocery list for today: