Tornado, new friends, and Thai funk

Playing basketball in a tornado might be as fun as playing my new (very old) Magnatone Tornado guitar at band practice tonight. The International Datelines are getting set to record next Thursday at Howl Studios with a great engineer.
I try to play after work everyday, at the same shin splinting time. It's nice to hear the clock towers in riverwest rang-a-lang and bong-along, banging at each other's stain glass windows just a few seconds apart to assert their sonic space. The Catholics always win, and they have the best 11am on a Sunday song. And it's nice when a variety of friends play a pick up game with my clumsy ass.
Yesterday this kid said "Hey, you let me ball wit chu?" and we played for awhile before he asked me what high school I went to. I said "Senior High. It's in Indiana." He told me that I have "game" and that he will meet me there again. I can't wait to exploit his lack of defense again. It makes me feel like a spry young bright eyed angst-y anarchistic Senior High student with decent basketball shoes tied up tall.
God it makes me feel good.
It makes me FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL GOOD
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Thanks Adam, you game?