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discordian put it, "Damn, son...you WERE in heaven!" And, truth be told, I was. I haven't felt like that since the New Year's Eve gig my ex-band had on the cusp of 2K. And even with Eric in jail, even with no money and no one to share the euphoria with, even with no car, even with the house situation being what it is...I feel great. Kinda like the movie "Office Space", when dude feels great despite all his worries and stress.As far as the Eric sitch goes, his family may be able to help him out, but I dunno when the court date will be...for some reason he didn't go up before the judge Thursday. I worked out his situatiopn with work, so he's cool there for a good month-plus at least.
Just today, then the weekend to continue flying on this euphoric updraft. The leathern wings spread, the tatters and rends grow back over, leaving more scars...but scars, I can handle.