Gawd fucking dammit 💔

Heartbroken isn't even the word for it. It's indescribable what I'm feeling right now.

Except for that one time I blurbed out something about him on here, I never really publicly commented on Billy's situation, and the few times I did it was to tell people very vocally and loudly face to face that I thought he was innocent. Still do. His passing doesn't change a damn thing about how I feel about him, or what I thought about him, or about how much love I had for him. Our paths crossed constantly. If I wasn't covering for him in one of his bands he was replacing me in whatever band I just got the boot from... ha ha ha I shared many a cold beverage late night and good morning with him, and it's beyond sad to think that I'll never have that time with him again. It's wrong on so many levels...

Billy was funny. He had that heartfelt smile that just drew you in, he made you feel welcomed, part of the crew, and he was fearless in so many regards. His love of lunacy and things that weren't normal or what you were supposed to do was the best. He was the first guy to say 'fuck it' and just figure shit out and get over and around it or just fucking do it. He was crazy in all the right ways. He would be the first guy to do something stupid or unexpected just to get a laugh. He was THAT guy... they didn't call him 'Bingo Billy' for nothing... heh heh I don't know anyone who had a bad word to say about him. Sure, he was no angel but who among us is? I could go on and on about what a fucking wonderfully great human being Billy is, but it's all moot at this point because someone I knew and was proud to call a Friend has passed away, leaving behind his family and a bunch of friends and acquaintances who thought the world of him... mourning the loss but treasuring the time we got to spend with him. Vaya con dios Billy. Save me a seat at the bar Brother. Until I see you again... 

I had to... heh heh

I don't even know how the Sharks got into the playoffs this year. Seriously. I've really paid no mind or attention to any hockey action this year on account of other things taking precedence, of course. I've avoided that whole Vegas Golden Knights bandwagon thing to the fullest, for obvious reasons, but now that it's playoff time, and the Sharks first round draw are the classy cheapshot artists known as the Anaheim Schmucks, I'm finding myself drawn to the action and looking forward to seeing the Sharks kick some OC crybaby ass all over the place! ha ha ha Fuck you Jeremy! Go Sharks! Fuck the Ducks! hahahahaha

I think there's been a huge misconception about how I feel about a certain Rat Pack tribute act musical entity local band around here. People seem to think that I don't like them for some reason, when that's not the case at all. Sure, they're nothing more than just another glorified cover band playing crappy versions of crappy songs with their unlimited musical talent that they waste on playing covers instead of taking a chance and playing original material that's sure to set the world on fire because together they're just that damn awesome, and yeah, they're the only band on a "local" label that does anything like touring and promoting and generating unit sales, basically keeping that label afloat, ya know, but you know what? It all doesn't matter, because there are some things I like about the band, especially that cuddly soft, bearded guitarist (which one right? hahaha) and his trolling on social media, so I'm not ashamed to publicly post right now for the record all the things that I like about that band Franks & Deans, so here it is.

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Happy April Fools Day!! 🤣🤣🤣

It was FREEZING cold on Saturday, the night that the Rest In Punk - Be Like Joni fest was going on, which just made hanging around outside of Money Plays even more of a daring act, an act I assumed we were all doing for the boat loads of free booze that were just laying around in ice chests everywhere... ha ha Thanks to Jamie Jackson for being such a gracious host - as usual! We were all there to pay our respects to the almighty Joni Mackin, who's 2 year death anniversary still seems unreal to me. Not saying I was her BFF or anything like that, just saying it's crazy that she's not here among us anymore, at least not physically anyways, because she was certainly there in spirit, that's for sure. Money Plays was packed to the brim with peeps and friends both old and new, and not even the stink eye I was getting from certain females was enough to kill my good mood... lol

I'm fully convinced that the only reason I even play gigs anymore is an excuse to feed my face with delicious food and nothing more... lol If it wasn't for that I wouldn't even bother. I didn't see any of the bands play, but I did hear that Acoustic Front went on for waaaaaaayyyy too long but who cares? They're funny. At least they're not that other shitty surf band that plays too long and overstays their welcome... heh heh I was there filling in for Billy with Lean 13, and we played a GG Allin song in his honor, and even had Brian from NE Last Words come up and sing Pepsi with the band, a song he may or may not have had a hand in writing, I dunno anymore... ha ha ha The Bitters played right after we did, and man, those guys are fucking sick as well as twisted. I was too busy socializing and shivering in the cold to be inside watching them where it was all warm and boozy, but they sounded fantastic from where I was standing. I'm a fan, what can I say? I'm that dick friend and didn't stick around to see Guilty By Association or NE Last Words, because I was cold and wet and tired, and all the booze and weed in the world wasn't gonna help with or change that, so I dragged Bob away before heading home to call it a night. It was a good fun night for all the wrong reasons, if that makes any sense. LVHC. Yahoooooo...