Friday night BP, P.Dirty, Kup and I headed down to the dame to see Sunday Valley play. Before the concert we ate at Mellow Mushroom. That's where we met Redwood. That's not his real name. I can't remember his real name. I also don't really care to. Redwood is what he said he would like to call himself. He screamed out Redwood every once in a while and followed it up with a pretty vile racial slur. Imagine every bad experience you've ever had with a drunk then roll them all into one. That was our night with redwood. He was loud, obnoxious, insulting, and a general pain in the ass. He insulted multiple ethnicities, he butted into our conversation, and he begged for food. It was interesting to see how everyone responded to him. Kup engaged him, BP ignored him, Dirty went into some kind of weird coma, and I antagonized him. Eventually he figured out he was bothering us and he left. Thank God.

Sunday Valley was awsome. Better than ever. It was BP's first time seeing them. He's now officially a convert. He promised me a guest-blogger review of the concert but I'm betting that was the beer talking. After the concert we went to Kitty's and I managed to get us free beers on my minister cache. "Hey! I know you! You're the preacher! Lemme buy you and your friends a beer!" God is good.

Once we left Kitty's we went and pee'd in a church parking lot. It was an extension of Project: PP, but I won't be publishing the address because I don't want to invite legal ramifications. I came home to find my ex-wife and her sister asleep in my house. What the?!! Just kidding, I knew they were gonna be there.


That's real nice! God gets you free beers and to repay him you piss in his parking lot!  


I considered it active commentary on the commercialization of modern religion.  


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