What's That Smell?

we said as we rolled into Vermillion. uh oh. it's somewhat familiar. yep. the van's on fire again. hmmm. triple-A is the most wonderful thing. you know what else is wonderful? our friends in Vermillion. all of them. they are lovely folk who all came out to the big rock show where room to stand was scarce because of the density of peeps. Now that's my kind of show. I don't blame them--at one point I did a cartwheel off the stage with the grace of a young Grace Kelly. but, enough about me.
A review of Sleepeater's debut album can be found in the latest edition of Sioux Falls Access. The writer said some real nice things and that sure is neato. Go ahead and pick one up and I'll sign it and you can frame it and hang it on your wall and show yer friends and sell tickets and argue with your spouse over profits and get a divorce and win the relic in court and burn it when you realize it ruined your life.
After the show, I "ollied" off a two-step which I thought was totally rad. Perhaps I should address my new obsession since I've received many phone calls concerning the dangers of said obsession, as well as countless emails regarding the foolishness of picking up such a sport at a delicate age. Well, me friends, it basically boils down to what is scientifically known as my quarter-life crisis. It's my mid-life crisis Corvette slimmed down to a piece of wood with sandpaper on it. And yes, I do feel dumb, and yes, it is a long way to fall nowadays, and yes, I have saved hundreds in gas money, and yes, you are getting really old, really fast, too. But it's cool! It's totally sexy!!
I'm pushing positive energy out at you right now!
Can you feel that?
uhhh na na, na na