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Stoner/Doom Bassists Thread, Part 90: Maxed Out

Hmm maybe I should borrow my buddies wattson
Ron agrees, It's elementary my dear Wattson.
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Good lord the weather was angry last night. Looked daytime from the chain lightening and sounded like the 4th of July.
I had the reverse last Sunday morning in Chapel Hill NC I woke up to a splitting migraine and thought oh boy I bet a storm is coming. A little later my buddy and his wife wake up and they are saying oh my head is killing me. Which was weird because I am the migraine guy, not them. Well around 10am all hell brook loose. It turned dark as night then the lightning, high winds, trees swaying, and heavy rain came. Pretty brutal.
 
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I lucid dream a lot, and I'm supposed to turn in my apartment gym/pool access card today or face $100.

Well in my dream I found my key card and put it on my table... Woke up so falsely relieved.

When I was a kid in the 80's I wanted to play bass so bad as I always worshipped bassists more than guitarists Burton, Harris, Geezer, and Jones. My best buddy beat me to bass as his Dad bought him one and convinced me to get a guitar. So I would drool over basses and collect all the fliers from the companies of their basses when I went for guitar lessons. They sold Westone basses there and I wanted one so bad I would just stare and stare at the fliers all the time and stare at the basses on the wall. Well I had such a realistic dream that my Mom bought me the Westone and it was under my bed. I woke up and was actually looking under my bed for it, totally sucked when reality crept back in. That poopty dream was thirty years ago and it still stings.
 
When I was a kid in the 80's I wanted to play bass so bad as I always worshipped bassists more than guitarists Burton, Harris, Geezer, and Jones. My best buddy beat me to bass as his Dad bought him one and convinced me to get a guitar. So I would drool over basses and collect all the fliers from the companies of their basses when I went for guitar lessons. They sold Westone basses there and I wanted one so bad I would just stare and stare at the fliers all the time and stare at the basses on the wall. Well I had such a realistic dream that my Mom bought me the Westone and it was under my bed. I woke up and was actually looking under my bed for it, totally sucked when reality crept back in. That poopty dream was thirty years ago and it still stings.

Ouch that would suck.

I'm still not finding it. I think I know what's up with where it is... I think this one neighbor of mine asked to borrow it, brought it back then saw me put it in my drawer then retook it as I never touched it... But I'll keep looking
 
FN Keurig is still in the front conference room. Really jonesin' for my second cup and they don't break till noon, I may have to text one of my cellies in the meeting and see if she can kite me down a coffee. Prison rules I will owe her double but still worth it.

We have one here, but they buy poopy coffee for it. Still tastes like junk instant stuff.

I'll go run the old dinosaur for my pick me up.
 
Time to give my keys back to my apartment, man already know the nickel and diming is about to begin not looking forward to arguing about stuff.

I got my apartment from one leasing company that told me I wasn't responsible for floors or walls, now this ones trying to back track so I'm about to channel Mr. Personality today.

They have a month to give you your deposit and an itemized list. If they take longer than that, they you are entitled to 100% of it back.