Mr. Mike

That there is the title of a yet-to-be-finished Iced Ink song and it goes quite nicely with today’s journal entry […]

As I sit here enjoying my potentially hazardous Freon-encrusted/scented/contaminated can of Diet Coke, I’m listening to one of the CDs

I don’t really understand it… we were driving home last night and before I knew it (or even thought it),

I’m usually a hard egg to crack when it comes to movies that put a lump in my throat and

Preface: Last Friday our dear friend Blessica made Kimberoni and myself a mean meatloaf dinner at her apartment which involved

The other day as I was sitting in the back of the cop car while the officer was going through

I’m probably going to offend some people or at the very least go to Hell for this, but oh well…

That’s right folks, yours truly spent some time (my first and LAST time) in the Washington County slammer yesterday, and

People often ask me about secrets of my guitar playing and I rarely talk about it, simply because I don’t

Read it here on YAHOO! News. Assuming this is an oral flu and not the sitting down holding onto the