Although it's cheating to mention it because it happened that evening, the Cobra Khai really makes my blood boil. What I remember of this show was all but wiped out by lessons in "balance" and the love we all share for Emily Shue (who btw shares the same birthday with yours truly).
It should be noted that the benevolent Jill is the reason behind it all. If we had been cooped up in the Motel 6, we wouldn't have had access to the nine channels of HBO we were treated to that night. And I would instead be telling you what you all know in that Johnny Mnemonic sucks ass. But no, it's "Banzai!" all the way.
This show or lack there of was a Tuesday night blip on the screen that's come and gone. We played "Babies and Ambulance Chasers" in public for the first time because, hey, why not? Frankly the song, though unrehearsed, came out nice. And I forsee it as a chill show add to our growing set list.
When I get outside of the tournament ring I remember things like thinking I had left my cellphone at the bookstore only to realize that it was then attached to my shoulder and I was making a call no less. Tour brain freeze. Perhaps I should have been more concerned about having lost my mind.
Oh Borders we love you. And every show is a rebirth. But sometimes it's akin to being reincarnated as something like a fruitfly. But even a fruitfly knows that you either do karate yes or you do karate no.
Breaking Laces will hopefully never be thought of as a grape crossing the road.