||Hello my brothers and sisters,
Steve here,I just landed in Newark and I'm two and half sheets in the wind!There ain't nothin' wrong with drinkin' on a plane,right!?
I have missed this most beautiful local.I realized at about 35 thousand feet "shit,there's no Stones here!There's no chiba here,there ain't shit up here!,'cept a stew that looks at me funny when I ask for Exile and more vodka".It ain't right my brothers and sisters!
I'm right there with nanky,I'm convinced of it now.I am suffering from Tour/Stonesitus.It's a bitch!!I was actully sweating it.I started thinking,some fucking islamic fuck is gonna blow this plane up and I'm gonna miss the shows!
You know you have Stonesitus when your thinking that your gonna miss the shows and not thinking of your life ever after!I am one sick bastard!I'm sure many here can relate.
Oh well.,I must get back to the blender now.I'm working on frozen Margaritas now.....blubber,blubber,fuck,fuck,stumble,stumble,lisugp9ohpeeeiv20tbbb245yh09to.................hiccup,hicuppppppppppppp0[3986=-734gshk k,
||Riffy -- you are ready man. You got the tools, you got the talent! It is a bitch and I know exactly what you mean about dying before the tour -- I'm having the same fucked up feeling! You know, driving home, everything's cool
WHAM -- Cement truck jumps the median and hits me head on and...
I miss the tour.
And it happens. Someone bit it here in Vahjinya (that's how they say it here) because a wheel came off a truck, jumped the median and slammed directly into someone -- killed instantly.
How fucked up is that? Of all the shit to worry about -- could miss the tour....
But it isn't fucked up at all. I mean, we've all been there. We know the magic -- the "tingle"
Some haven't felt it yet -- it is very much like the piss shiver! Guys have that -- right as you finish a good pee...
Same thing, the "tingle" is.
You are just minding your own business and something triggers it -- a Stones flashback. Yesterday, that '78 header pic, I got one. BBRRRRRRrrrr. Mick in that Yellow jacket and white hat -- I went out for Halloween like that in '81 -- had that long messy late 70s hair and someone let me borrow a white hat and someone else had a yellow jacket -- and a girl named Heather made up my eyes -- I was Mick for a nite!!!!! Then someone force-fed me Peppermint Schapps and several people carried me home. But it gave me that "tingle."
Riffy, are you SPIVing it?