the two parter. petty theft and thanksgiving.

*tonight, because of the vast differences of the subjects i'd like to mention, i'm dividing this blog post into two.
**exaggeration is funny.
***i don't like cops.

petty theft.

before i tell a short, funny story, i would like to say that tampa is an interesting place. it's population of more than 380,000 residents enjoy the pleasures and (most likely) discourage the tropical climate. according to wikipedia, which is a highly regarded research tool, tampa is called the "lightning capital of the world." i recently read a subplot in a novel about a women who wrote an interview type book about people all over the world who had been struck by lightning. can someone please do that? for me?
anyways, here's what happened in tampa. the singer for a band i cannot mention (to avoid getting sued...again) was EXTREMELY intoxicated. adam knew the right thing to do was to drive her minivan to the hotel we were staying at (keep your head out of the gutter) and let her sober up until she could drive herself home. quinn gave us directions to a motel 6 that didn't exist. adam, the girl, and the girl's minivan, along with me and the cavalier, lost each other through endless turns and skipped stop signs. i found them surrounded by five cop cars. as it turns out, after asking for directions, a city worker on a bike stole the purse from the girl's lap in the middle of his talking and sped away. this abyss that we could not get ourselves out of turned out to be the "projects of tampa" and were told by officers how stupid we were to be there. the obviously sober girl started to yell and curse at the police which made an equally drunk, but more coherent adam seem like a stand up citizen by comparison. apparently, her purse and the items inside are being traded for crack and/or money for crack right about now and there's nothing we can do about it. we probably wouldn't anyways, considering tampa is full of sketchy characters. the night ended with the deafening cries of a twenty two year old bartender who asked me repeatedly repeatedly repeatedly where her camera was. (it was in her purse. go figure.) adam and i had to sleep in one of the beds while she was lucky enough to not be kicked out by me and continued to sob into the early morning hours in her own comfy cloud-like slumber. thank you drunk girl.

thanksgiving

i try not to be the cliche musician guy, but i can't help caring for others that truly need some help.

here are some things you should look more into this coming holiday season...starting with this:

www.consciousalliance.org

"It is our goal to collect and distribute one million pounds of food to America’s hungry both in cities and on impoverished American Indian Reservations. Once we reach that goal, we hope to collect and distribute one million pounds of food per year every year thereafter. We are confident we can reach our goal!"

and finally...i can't mention this enough...

www.freerice.com

The rice you donate makes a huge difference to the person who receives it. According to the United Nations, about 25,000 people die each day from hunger or hunger-related causes, most of them children. Though 20 grains of rice may seem like a small amount, it is important to remember that while you are playing, so are thousands of other people at the same time. It is everyone together that makes the difference. Thanks to you, FreeRice has generated enough rice to feed more than two million people since it started in October 2007. Increase your vocabulary and donate rice with each right answer. SIMPLE.

there are others, but they aren't appropriate for the food related posts. if you know of any others, feel free to put them in the comments section so other can see them. even if you have nothing, you can still give something. <---i want that copyrighted.

~zach