Friday, February 24, 2006
Yesterday, I listened to Fifteen non-stop and sat around waiting for people to call me back so that I could interview them. I turned down unlimited cocktails at the Casino so I could sit around listening to Jeff Ott sing about how feelings have been congealed (the lyrics say concealed, but he sings congealed) and how we should all free the weed. It was another banner day in the life of Mark Black. Oh yeah the interviews never materialized, maybe I need to be more forceful or something.
Wednesday was awesome because Rochelle and I went to see the Destroyers play. I was worried that David Leddicote was still suspended and wouldn't be around to fight, but someone was smiling on me that day because he was in the lineup and ended up fighting my namesake, Mark Black. I think I want to talk to that guy, but I don't think I'm supposed to contact my doppleganger. Anyway Leddicote rules because he's like 5'9 and in essential maritime speak "gives'er".
I came home with a puck that was shot into the stands. Mike Fougere got a delay of game penalty and I got a puck. At least one of us was happy.
Wednesday was awesome because Rochelle and I went to see the Destroyers play. I was worried that David Leddicote was still suspended and wouldn't be around to fight, but someone was smiling on me that day because he was in the lineup and ended up fighting my namesake, Mark Black. I think I want to talk to that guy, but I don't think I'm supposed to contact my doppleganger. Anyway Leddicote rules because he's like 5'9 and in essential maritime speak "gives'er".
I came home with a puck that was shot into the stands. Mike Fougere got a delay of game penalty and I got a puck. At least one of us was happy.
# posted by Die Brucke @ 5:05 PM 
