Like a maniac my eyes are ablaze, letting my surroundings soak in as I see structures and vehicles that I envision on fire and melting away. I cackle like an insane person, the cassette tape in my pocket of my flailing sweatshirt smacks the side mirror of the car next to me as I speed thru the red light, nervously and excitedly awaiting them to come roaring up behind me, maybe rubbing their front bumper against my back wheel like several years ago, on this same Henry St. in Muskegon, MI. I tear around corners, impossible to slow down as that Insect Warfare song with the killer circle pit part infects my ears. I have a blinking red light under my seat, and I feel empowered with it, and my anxiety of getting crushed is greatly reduced. Ignorance is bliss here as I feel invincible, knowing for sure I will never get hit by the enemy again! Thoughts flood my head of my buddy blasting away on the drums like his life depended on it, dreads flying everywhere, and screams and distortion soak the air as we lay out our creations into the air. Everything being so simple and perfect for the moment, like laying in the hot sand and gazing into beautiful Lake Michigan, or picking strawberries in Marne in July. Deep breaths as any waste of energies in life are gone and you are totally immersed in this moment. I slap mounds of ground cashews, coconut oil, agave nectar and vanilla onto trays to put them in cool compartments to create uncooked mind-blowing sweet treats and dream of getting on my two wheeled knife to cruise the long way home, to the place I live that feels like a home for the first time in a long time. So eager to walk into all of the good smells and the company of the 3 females that add an extra twist of awesome into my life, and to get into my creation station and bust out the most amazing hardcore punk mix ever heard. I’ve done it twice, and this is round 3. I always want to share these insane mix tapes but I don’t know if anyone else would appreciate it as much as me and the painstaking efforts gone into the flow of the songs and the even-ness of the levels. The empowerment and excitement generated by one piece of plastic with a reel inside holding sounds I like is unbelievable to me and for a minute makes me feel embarrassed sometimes. I’m 27 right? Is that how old I am? I’m not supposed to like these things so much! Shouldn’t I be on a career track by now, or married or something? I think I’m supposed to! I think I’m supposed to shun the things that make me pee my pants with excitement and go to more largely accepted practices. Like Propaghandi says “One million douchebags can’t be wrong!” Ha ha I fucking love my tapes. And my life. I’m stoked for the next challenge.