I think I might have some "Street Cred" as the term is used. That mean street credibility for all you lay persons. I supposed it was bound to happen given the amount of time I spend in the hoods of Dallas. This weekend say my band played 3 sets of music to the Yukatan Liquid Stand crowd. I enjoyed playing the National Anthem Jimi Hendrix style and even belted out a Beatles cover tune "Hide Your Love Away". Whether or not it was any good is another story, but I did hear a couple of claps when I finished. One member of the band, who shall be nameless, got a little too toasty and I had to take his keys and let him stay at my guest room. During the night I dreamt about him shisking, it was a nightmare. Fortunately it didn't come true. Saturday I just hung around the house and watched "I, Robot" a very good movie that was pretty close to the original book. I remember growing up and reading all of Isaac Asimov's books. They all were really good. On Sunday I did the Church/Homeless thing. I am getting good at spotting those who go in line 3-4 times to get sandwiches when others never get any. Apparently after we leave a sandwich trade has evolved. The crackheads really don't want the food so they try to sell it to others to get money, but really no one has money, so it ends up being a big problem. Some of them just want free food and can afford food of their own (you can tell by the expensive clothes they wear as opposed to the others). We're trying to devise a system where everyone gets food but not enough to be a problem to others. As long as they can eat I am happy. Sunday night one of my old friends called me up to come to his premiere of his promotions company in an underground club in Deep Ellum. This club is the epitomy of seedy. It is called the Red Blood Club and graffiti aligns the whole place. The only way to get to it is if you know where it is. There are no signs. The bands that were playing were just as I had feared - Screaming Bands. The final band was the second weirdest band I had ever seen. I can't describe it to you because this site is not x-rated. Since I know all the homeless people and all of the weirdos in Dallas I can finally say,"I've got Street Cred". That and 50 cents will buy me a sprite.

Thought of the Day
Silent Bob: Adventure, excitement? A Jedi craves not these things.
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