The Bushmaster..... Dropping dogs. This is Bush in his prime. 

Billy Corgan.......hmmmmmm

Hey guys hows it going. It's the sly man coming at you. Sort of anyway. No one comes to my cool blog anymore. Don't you know the best things in life are free? I'm listening to the final countdown. Its so inspirational. Sing with me. I dare you to. Anyway my friend Brandon Young and I drove our asses in my mom's mini van over to Chicago to see Billy Corgan (front man for the smashing pumpkins for those who live in basements.) We were excited you could say. He was doing a book signing for his new poetry book "Blinking with Fists." We get their like 10 minutes before the signing is over cause we had to get lost and be late and make a little adventure out of it. So i'm standing their in line waiting to see my rock hero and the line is just pacing right along. Thats not a good sign. But as soon as I saw him. Wow. It was pretty surrreal. I've been listening to this guy's music for like more than 10 years nonstop and here he is just doing the Billy Corgan bad ass thing. "I use to be a rock star, but now I write poetry." Fair enough Billy. I'm getting closer and closer and for a change of pace a little bit closer. My mind is all flustered, so i'm thinking I'll play it by ear as far coming up with something to say. Brandon goes ahead of me and Gets his book signed, Billy doesn't look up, He stands their awkwardly and disapointed breifly, and then I'm up to bat but Billy's not pitching. He's still looking down. All I can come up with is, "Can I shake your hand." So he shakes my hand but doesn't look up. So I was a bit disapointed as well. Here we came three hours to visit him at a small booksigning and he barely acknowledges us. But He does have a lot of fans. Its hard to please everyone as Jon Kerry does but it was just a little depressing if you know what I mean. We did follow him out the door as he was escorted away in his SUV. While he was waiting in his Car I played air guitar for Billy on the sidewalk. And yes he probably thought I was a bastard but you gotta do what ya gotta do.
Then I went to see Billy again. Accept I was in my bed in dream mode. This time I talked to him at the end. I said something like I'm sorry Billy, I didn't have anything cool to say. He said that I shouldn't be sorry and that I should follow him. I did. He then informed to wait by a table and he disapeared. I waited patiently, but no Billy and then I woke up and was sad again. My dreams can't even allow me to chat with Billy awhile. But awesomeness you know. I got to meet Billy and shake the hand that wrote fucking Bullet with Butterfly Wings. Plus who gets to have a Dream with the Corgan man.
Hey, keep your safety belts on and keep it between the fence posts. I love it when you visit my blog but please remember those who visit my sight have lost all coolness if their was ever any to be lost. And now your coolness is trapped in my blog and mine for ever.

Keep Smiling Kids,
Chris

Life in the fast lane 

This is Billy at Borders Bookstore in Chicago doing the booksigning thing.......I wanted to get my guitar signed though...... someday 

We will kill you. That's a fucking promise. 

This is my roomate darrin. Isn't he priceless.