As maybe a couple of you are aware, I desired a position on staff at the acclaimed disc golf store, Fairway Flyerz (please note the "z"... that's for the kids). Unfortunately (for me), running a disc golf store is essentially a one man operation. Therefore, I am disheartened to inform you that my potential forray into the disc golf business has been called on account of rain - the rain being the tears falling from my eyes. So instead, I'll probably be stuck cleaning toilets. Oh well, I suppose I never did want to work for a company that removed the appropriate "s" in words, replacing it instead with a once-long-ago hip "z". Ah, thus is life.
Here's to Jimmy Eat World and those nights in my car,