Albuquerque

Kicks ass that I can spell that, huh? And that's where I'll be for the next week, if ya need me. Visiting my mom and stepdad, Ken. I love flying. Love riding in planes, too. I'm sure I wouldn't if I was a business man or something and had to do it often. But once every year or so is cool. Should be in the 50s or 60s down there. Sweet. We might take a short trip to Roswell to uncover the truth the government has been hiding from us for decades. Or we might just sit around playing boardgames. Whatever. I'm gonna listen to Weird Al's "Albuquerque" to get pumped. It's probably the best 12 minute, two-chord song ever written.