Lost and profound

I start a new job on Monday. This makes me happy.

It will also be a bit of a change for me, as the bartender lifestyle begins to fall by the wayside. These days I usually don't get up until 9 or 10, sometimes even 11. I relax all morning, read the paper, have a nice, leisurely breakfast. No hurries, no worries. Kill time during the day at the gym or maybe on the computer or reading a book or playing my guitar. Perhaps out for a bite to eat with one of the guys, or a bike ride or some other adventure with Lauren. Then at night I would either work or go out. A few hours at the pub, or at a show, or any number of other places people go at night when they don't have to get up in the morning. Even if I get home before 2:30 I most likely go online before bed, then I crawl under the blanket around 3:30 or 4 am.

I start a new job on Monday. This makes me realize I won't be sleeping in any longer.

But at least I am going out with a bang. The last week as a Lost Boy (as I was told). But I know I'm gonna stay young until I die. This week has been a nice send off though. Friday night was the show of shows, Anthrax. Kick ass tunes, metal insanity, and all captured for a DVD. With any luck my seizure-like dance routines will be a featured extra on the disc. Saturday I saw The Lords of Dogtown. That was a pretty kick-ass little film there. I can't really say more than what Frank was wise enough to utter: "Finally they made a skateboarding movie that works." Sunday I was almost assassinated by my good buddy Lauren who cunningly used, as her weapons of choice, a long rocky tow path near the canal and my own bicycle. A grueling ride, an out of breath young man, and the fear of imminent cardiac arrest. Quite the fun day, except for almost dying. Monday day was spent recuperating, but then I played my first night in a poker league. It was kind of fun to get back into the game, and I took second place in a field of about 40. Tuesday marked my triumphant return to Great Adventure. I rode (after waiting nearly 4 hours) the "tallest, fastest roller-coaster in the world." It also has one of the worst names: Kinda Kaa. It may be named after one of the stunning white Bengal Tigers that now call the park home, if so, the name is forgiven. The ride, simply put, was incredible. You are shot out at 128 mph towards a 400+ foot hill, then you spin your way back down the other side. It was very intense. I also recommend the Superman ride to anyone who cares to brave the crowds at our nifty local Six Flags Park. Tonight was some more live music fun as Lucero played the Northstar Bar in Filthadelphia. NE Philly is a shithole, but as Joe so wisely observed, all the best bars are in shitty parts of town. The band was great, as they were the last time I saw them, but the kicker was they played Chain Link Fence this time (albeit a faster than normal version) and a fucking amazing rendition of Hate and Jealousy. So I got to hear my two favorite songs from one of my current favorite bands. Tomorrow I don't have any exciting plans, but I am working for a bit so that I'll have some money for Saturday when I head to Atlantic City for the tattoo convention. Then perhaps another suicide run with Lauren on Sunday. An then it's fucking on.

I start a new job on Monday. I wonder what will become of me next week.