There's... a lot to cover, so I'm going to start summing up.
Caught in thunderstorm, super late to work, got stick caught in my car, thought I had a flat tire, but didn't. It was the stick... it would make sense if I explained it... but no.
On Devil's Night an old friend I hadn't heard from in ages called me out of the blue to tell me she was going to be at the same party as me, and that I should keep an eye out for her. I had planned to be alone in my living room, in my pajamas. Instead I decided to go to this party, of which I had never heard. It was at a seedy warehouse in the middle of nowhere and she was two and a half hours late. It turns out the good party was at a different seedy warehouse further down the alley. God I hate the scene.
On Halloween I went to see my bff Mareta at her Haunted House. She had been doing make-up effects, but I hadn't gone to see. It was good, then her husband and I went to go have coffee. We talked for hours about a constant trend of the older generation of any age scorning the social change brought on by the younger generation, and other stuff... which was weird, cause we never really talk.
And my mother's husband didn't have lung cancer, as it turns out. Just Sarcoidosis. Which in itself isn't great, but it beats lung cancer.
I was dating a girl in Chicago, from Atlanta. That wasn't working out well, so we ended things in Wisconsin.
A gorgeous woman caught my fly down, and The Most Interesting Man in the World covered for me. (Seriously, Google this dude. It is ridiculous.)
One of the most bad-ass women on the planet didn't seem to mind when she found out that I have a huge crush on her. Also, she kissed me.
My flight home got delayed, and when I went to sleep that night, the frame above my bed fell on my head.
I bought a new jacket. Okay, I get that this one may not seem weird to anyone. I get that. But trust me, that is bizarre. Like woah.
Stiver and I went to a diner to get coffee. We got tired of the place, so we walked down the street to the Waffle House to get coffee. On the way there was a donation bin with the most bad-ass poster ever.
I call it "Two Moon Panther."
(My wall isn't yellow, it's just weird light.)
Can you believe that someone was getting rid of that? It is now on my dining room wall.
Thing is, after several straight weeks of strangeness, I thought "I have got to tell someone about this." Then I corrected myself "No, I have got to tell everyone about this."
So here it is. MeetAdamJones.com. Inspired by a clover, and built solely so I can tell you about the weird shit in my life.
And help satisfy my enormous ego.