FFF 2010. I thought last year was good...and it was. I thought the year before that was a big fat bunch of awesome slapped in my face and it was. The year before that too was a sloppy sweaty rock punch in the piehole....
But this year has my insides all tied up and my pants all tingly. I really dont know what to do. Really I dont. I just do push ups every morning and wizard stretches hoping to find a tantric zen moment that will serve as a bridge until November. Help me. I need the rock.
More to come. I will listen to some Spirit Caravan now to make me feel better.