I have nothing interesting to say, but I'm watching Chewed Up again and drinking this leftover bagged wine at my old man's new house, and everything is weird and I feel like these new glasses make me look like a completely different person.  In other words, I have no real problems, I'm just being a whiny bitch because I'm in Grand Bay and nothing about it is interesting.  All these fucking vinyl siding fucking houses and they're disgusting.  But I don't mean to be so negative.

On the upswing my old man's house is pretty awesome, in a way.  It's weird that this has happened, but actually it's completely normal and makes all the sense in the world, it was a reasonable decision and I identify with it entirely.  But the thing about this place is that it is completely Saint John.  It has that Saint John stale cigarette smell, the assorted old furniture look and feel and smell, and there's bologna in the fridge and coolaid, and basically it's this little piece of north end SJ tucked into the main strip of fucking Grand Bay.  It's very suiting.  I feel very normal here, because it could easily be mistaken for any apartment I've lived in, except for the huge picture of BIG smoking a blunt.

I sold my VOX today.  It's just a practice amp but it's got tubes in it and it has a lot of different functions and capabilities and I'm sad now to have lost it.  I needed to because I desperately need to go to Halifax.  That is a lie actually, but I should go to Halifax and find some work and go in the studio n all that.  But it's funny I haven't used that amp in a ridiculously long time and I didn't care about it at all until it was sitting on the counter at Digital World today and I remembered the good times.

The thing is, the first proper physically released album I ever made, Sam Hill, all the electric tone on it came from that little amp, which I bought at a pawn shop around the corner from the apartment where I lived with a girl that I loved.  Someone elegantly pointed out to me recently that I am a sap and she is correct.  I missed the amp immediately, because it came into my life at a time that I needed it and it was perfect for what I needed it for.  But maybe it's duty was to help create a good next portion of my life.  Or maybe I should stop being a dink and let it go, it's just a fucking amp and I really don't need it anymore.

That's life though.  Now back to my shitty wine and hangin with the ol guy.