© 2011 Josh goatshot

This goat lookin’ motherfucker right here.

Holy shit, I need a good cup of coffee.  Seriously, what we’ve had down here lately, it’s like someone strained some gasoline through a flowerpot.  My kingdom for a french press.  Seriously, I close my eyes, and I’m dreaming that my pillow is filled with dark roasted kenyan beans, and I’m floating in a pool of bittersweet turkish coffee black as night and hot as lava.

Last night was exhausting, doing interviews for party down south in the back hallway of a rock/country bar in Lafayette, it was like standing in an oven, if an oven used hot cigarette smoke and beer to broil bacon.

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