the mute sings the best

okay, this is going to all go down in 5 mins...hang on
-all day bball tourney tomorrow. i know, that's probably bad for my serious cycling career;however, we all need a little distraction. I might just pull a Tim Graham.

okay, so I'm sick...beat...whipped. No joke. Colors are coming out of me, which Crayola could never re-create. SNOT everywhere...anyways, I'm also loosing my voice, so regardless of that. I just drove home from High Point, singing my heart OUT. I mean hard folks. HHAARRRDDD. Rocking out to whom you might ask? I'm glad you did. "MUSE" of course. Now, for those of you who have recently jumped on this band's bandwagon, I must say that I found them first. Hands off. Man, I love that band. Now, I still put Radiohead above them all, but MUSE is really a treat. Unbelievable lyrics, tremendous beats...Angel voices, and king's trumpets...you are invited!(that was A Clockwork Orange quote).

Anyways, back to my singing...folks, I could barely talk, but I was wailing away. The people in the passing cars were reaching out of their windows for me like I was Johnny Cash up on stage. A few old women fainted. I put on some concert for the spectators on 85 south. Every now and then, I'd even put the fake microphone up to my mouth just for the theatrics. After the first CD, I took a deep breath, and put in the next one(most recent), for a curtain call. The thing I did not understand why some people where telling me that I was "number 1." There were some faces out there that did not look so inviting. But, come on people, a famous car singer like me should take up two lanes, and weave a lot. I'm famous!

Maybe they were reaching out to strangle me.