My most horrific loss of joy in the GOOD times many, a day!

I had 2 indian minor birds, silvery black and smarter than anyone you think you are!

They'd steal shit, first shinny, then bland then personal!

They'd parade through the band bus and no matter how many times you've seen them do it! The mother fuckers would bust your gut!

The best and now lost to eternity real pic I took and meant more to me than when I first saws me momma's picture at the ripe old age of 47, then!

I weep in fucking laughter just thinking about hector was stealing my fucking guitar and sliding it out the door of the bus and everybody was laughing because nobody fuckin believed what they were seeing! And yet, there's that mother fucker hauling my guitar case by handle with one leg and pulling the fuck out of it the other leg and flapping like a fucking comedian incarnate and posing with his wing in ease! And he was struggling!

I snapped that picture and caught that fucker in the "that's all folks struggle and pull stretch and coy pose", in that one shot! No-one, unless you were there would believe it was a real shot!

I looked everywhere and that slide is gone.