The closest I ever came
The closest I ever came to model rockets was Rob and I lighting his mom's yard on fire with the powder we scraped out of model rocket engines. If I were into model rockets though, I'd be like this guy... he rock(et)s! I woke up this morning with a course voice. My throat felt strained... I'm not usually a loud talker and I don't yell or raise my voice much, so talking over the ambient levels of a loud venue takes it out of me. I figure I've half way to Tom Waits. Speaking of loud venues... Guy Forsyth is playing the Fabulous Satellite Lounge tonight. I am just one nap away from being really, really excited about that... but right now I am fashioning a make-shift defibrillator out of paper clips to stick in the wall socket for a jump start.
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