Day Eighteen

Saw this at eat n park. They are having a gun raffle. To benefit the pediatric unit at the local hospital. Buy some guns, save some kids. Of course. I have no idea what the hell Gander Mountain is, but if you don't want the guns, you get a gift certificate to go there instead. Hm. Western PA.

Day Seventeen

Tiffany will kill me for this. This is what girls do in the bathrooms together, boys. Now you know. Btw, this is the ladies room in Culpeppers, the preferred bar of music majors at IUP. 

Day Sixteen

These freaks call it "pop."

Day Fifteen

I took this to show how superior I am at parking in the garage. Specifically to David LaClair. Who can't park for shit. Or drive, really.

And, on an unrelated note, thank god there's a democrat in office. Seriously. I'm enjoying the last of the dramatic facebook updates though. My favorite so far was a gay man talking about what a tragedy it is to have Obama in office. Will it be a tragedy when you're allowed to get married because of this tragic president? Whatev. I'll enjoy a quiet three and a half years of political apathy as these stupid asses go back to not giving a shit. Until then, I'm going to enjoy the lunacy that's going on in this college town.

Day Fourteen

I'm playing a gig with David. It requires two percussionists. His part, on the top right, said "For David LaClair." My part, on the top right, said, "For D. LaClair's friend/partner." We practiced it tonight and it didn't go well because stupid over here was totally fried. Boo hoo.

Day Thirteen

Thank God for walmart. How else would I tell the world that I'm fired up with christ? Or that I'm with the Jesus department? I guess they have this shit at all the walmarts but I didn't notice it until I got here. I can't read the very bottom what it says under "WITH CHRIST!" Smart money says it's good though. 

Day Twelve

Stand back - This could get messy....  says Texas. We eat at eat n park a lot these days. No seriously, that's the name of the restaurant. Mmm... western PA. Anyway, this is David. The guy who no longer needed the million pack of Trojans. He's kind of a refugee and lives with us part time.