Well, the current story anyway. Think of it as the current season of the story of my life, if my life were a television show.

A story, in that “grandma’s stories” kind of way.

This sums up the panic attack I had for no good reason last night:

I find this highly illogical.

I used to have that haircut.

Whoa. My drugs must still be working. Shiny.

Today is going to be a weird day. No bank run for Jesus. Plenty of other stuff to do. Tomorrow is going to packed to the gills as well. So much to do, so little time.

As a friendly reminder, there is a roller derby tournament on Saturday starting at 3:30 at the convention center. 12 bucks at the door for an all day event. I’ll be there selling Sandwich Control merch and taking photos. I’ll have the new derby poster for sale there as well as the 4 older posters, t-shirts, stickers, buttons, and my nephew. Come buy my stuff. Or rent my nephew. Or just give me your money and take nothing. Whatever. It’s up to you how you want to play it out. One way or another, I’m getting your money. I’m gonna find ya’. I’m gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha. One way or another.

Let’s talk in hypotheticals for a minute.

If I, or one of my associates, were to make a podcast, a podcast in the form of an old school radio show, would that be something that you might be interested in listening to? I’m talking like a radio show style mixtape sort of thing. Music with a “DJ” talking about the music and introducing the songs. Sort of pirate radio style. This is Sandwich Control on the pirate satellite. Sound like something you’d be in to? Gimme some feedback in the comments section. Please and thank you.

London called. They want their t-shirt back.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC