Note- title is part of a line/potential lyric that came to me on my walk home (full line is "Sister Suicide, sing me a song, about a dead end street in an empty town.") No I don't know what it means but it sounded cool.

So school's out for summer *cue Alice Cooper*, and I've found myself working back in the 7th Circle of Hell I call A&W's kitchen (fucking recession..) but eh, it's money and so far not so bad.. And it'll keep my DVD addiction in check for awhile (at 245 as of this week, thx you HMV). Good part is as they say, u need to suffer to write, and I've gotten some ideas brewing while in the kitchen, we'll see where they go.

I'm trying to take a break from the Bay yet again, not sure how long it;ll last, but I've started re-working an old story from high school, one I hope I can actually keep up this time. Also got some more rants brewing in my head, cause lets be honest, as long as there's stuff that pisses me off, there's a rant to be written.

After my 1st week back in the fires of Hell, I'm coming down with a rum and coke, some good tunes (mix of Green Day's new album, Tinted Windows- a band that shouldn't work, but does.. trust me, look them up) and looking forward to 2 days of R&R&R (rest, relaxation and rum) b4 I do it all over again.

That's all out of me folks, later days.