I expected to do something worthwhile today you know to make up for the fact the rest of the country is mourning for our country attacking itself but it was kind of a failed attempt. I've heard a lot of stories about Crybaby Bridge and recently i read a book about the weird places in NY so a paranormal experience was a chance to jump at. 3 cars of us headed out and apparently none of us knew where we were going. A thousand wrong turns, a stop at a food lion in maryland, going twice the speed limit on a highway and a trip to a satanic church (it had an inverted cross for a steeple) on private property and 2 hours of endless driving later we are practically lost on a pitch black road in the woods in queen annes county maryland. My passengers were already on my nerves 15 minutes into it, ignoring me about touching my back windows because they're fucking broken and don't go back up but they do it anyway I was this close to kicking them out and stranding them there. I guess all I've gained from this experience is that i don't invite those people to go anywhere and that i have a semi-interesting story of being stranded in bumfuck. Definately not a night worth losing sleep over. Edit: There was one upside to today. I started learning/practice how to play drums. I really like it and i've always wanted to play them. Right now I'm just working on timing and counts and simple rhythms. Still figuring out if i'm a lefty drummer or a righty. Both seem comfortable. Shawn, the guy whos letting me use his kit, says that there are some ambidextrous drummers and it would be sick if I was one. I'm sure I'll be getting some weird looks when people see me airdrumming but I'm too happy, in that aspect, to care.