AZ's Diary of a Damned Man

Been actually a pretty fun couple of days and I can't really complain.

Like every Wednesday the Krew and I went to BW3 for chicken legs (Caribbean Jerk for me) and 2 "big ass" beers. Phellon joined us and we were gluttons. We chilled there a bit and wound up at Kelsey's for one beer on Sarah. It was loud and I had enough and chilled for a spell and then she called.

So I met her up the street, we dropped into the place downstairs and wound up at Ranalli's where The very dangerous Miss Valentino joined the Beer Mafia. Hence, more impressive, she made the rounds. It was cool because the manager gave us free pizza, a VIP discount, and I took home a delectable buffalo chicken sammich.

Oh, and she brought me a killer SEED OF CHUCKY T that reads: "Get A Load of CHUCKY". If you happen to not comprehend the innuendo, you certainly should not be at this site, PERIOD.

And much to my amazement, I got a wonderful nights sleep. Woke up, put on Stern and, (as previously reported) and fell back asleep. All I can say is it was a rare moment o' comfort.

I got a bit done and took care of some Vega$ biz. Being it was Veterans Day there was no sense in going to the POB or the bank so I just worked most of the day in my pepper pants. Carly confirmed out invites to the industry only porn star Hard Rock Hotel party, and Arnold Stein from Old Pueblo Productions (Latino porno) called me regarding taping a segment for their giant plasma screen at the AVN AEE. I made arrangements for a few of the acts I'm working, talked to Skinny Puppy's management, and took a half hour out of my day to watch the Simpson's. (a rarity)

When that was done I met up with Phellon and Jeff at The Birds Nest. I hadn't seen Jeff since we went camping at Sweet Minnihaha back in early June. But he brought me a special secret guest. JASON FUCKING MUEDT? (is that how it's spelled?) I about pissed my jeans right there in the cold as I passed a dozen porn DVD's into their vehicle. I hadn't seen this guy since, damn, well four 4th of July's ago. And collectively they were the Chicago powerhaus industrial metal combo known as Monkeys With Handguns. I must say the peace I've somehow managed to fall into over the last 72 hours was topped off with this weird reunion. not MWHG but old J-SIN and I.
We had oh, maybe 10 pitchers of beer and 80 hot wings. Sara MK's newest metal intern and Marty dropped by for 2 drinks and Full Throttle from I LOVE RICH dropped off the master to the new record for my enjoyment.

Great news was that the band Monkey's With Handguns will likely restart and come back. That would be a good shot in the heart for old fans and many who would kill for their show. A band of bands to get downtown and show the poseurs how it's done.

Just prior to leaving this establishment where we have spent countless dollars over the years a table full of momma's boys frat fucks attempted to get me going. I confronted them for brief moment and walked away. This was not the old AZ. And their lame lives and cookie cutter way was not about to break my stride. Besides when they saw my friends and I walk out together, my big long hair friends, they turned their pathetic heads and u-turned their smirks.

Amazing how no matter how much older I become and no matter how I metamorphis, one crystal clear fact shall remain. Those fucking guys no matter what decade they are turned loose will be just like their parents, exactly the same. Fucking rude close minded assholes. Afraid of everything that isn't exactly like themselves.

We wound up back at Ranalli's and the owner Sue bought me and a buddy a half yard. She wanted to rap about the whole Seymore Butts filming experience and she congratulated me as much as I thanked her repeatedly for accommodating us add the film crew for the afternoon they let us film in their fine restaurant. . The others had a drinks themselves before heading off into the near Wisconsin night. It was a good night, a night of, well, coming got terms I guess. But a night that almost, if it weren't only Thursday would have been the most perfect week for yours truly in the longest time.

I have 3 more nights to go. I send positive energy to get a friend well, and I have a few important events to end my week. Then it's off to Tubby's drive Inn for a screening of the Hollywood Knights.

Despite the hardships I have encountered in the last quarter of 2004 I have learned two things, and two things that I've always believed in and now do more than ever.

Time Heals All Wounds. "and" to the lies, rumors and vindictive gossip: Everything comes out in the wash.

Now, I shall attempt to sleep with this fucking thing in my head. A good thing. Everybody needs a good thing.

Till next time, I've got a gut feelin'.

He's comin' home.

SINcerely sAtAn BoY