But first, an update…

So I’m getting over a bit of a cold. Suzanne had a sinus infection and… wham! 5 days later so do I.

Funny how that works.

Actually, it’s not that bad, and as of today, Dr. Austin has cleared myself for training. I like that guy, and he’s one hell of a doctor too. The funny thing with me is, when I’m healthy and training hard, I try very hard not to get sick. Yes, I know… that’s just logic and nothing profound, so let me explain. When healthy, I don’t touch escalator rails, stair rails, public phones, public restrooms, and generally anything else deemed by my tribal council as “nasty” or “filthy”. I used to go as far as to carry a small bottle of Instant Hand Sanitizer in my pocket…

Jeez…

And then I met Suzanne… and she carries a bottle in her purse so I can now leave mine at home. If that isn’t love… well, I just don’t know what is.

It’s funny though, when I’m sick and out and about in public, I generally throw all germ worries out the window. Sorry… I mean, I’m already sick right? So why worry about someone else’s germs? They’re probably no meaner and greener than mine? That somebody needs to worry about this guy right here and his big bad snotty germs because my germ cautions and courtesy’s are on vacation. Normally, healthy Austin would have walked into the Mall and thought, “Alright Austin, lets try and not touch everything in here and avoid anyone coughing or hacking. I need to train tomorrow” and when Sick Austin walks into the Mall, he thinks, “FEAR ME BIT&%#$”… (Sorry Mom, there’s no more cursing from here on out. Although I do say “Hell” in the next sentence, but I don’t really think “Hell” is that bad of a word. Do you? Hey, sorry that I might have got you sick. Everything I just typed is in regards to being out in public and not in your house. I don’t consider your house as “public”, you know. When I’m in your house, I do try hard to not get you and dad sick. Ok, I gotta go and finish typing this thing).

It’s kind of nice. Hell, I’ll even lick that stair rail. I’m not scared. I’m already sick, man.

What I do hate about being under the weather, is missing out on good rides… like last Saturday’s group ride. Speaking of group rides… that’s my segway into the whole beautiful purpose and existence of this post:

Will Write for Rock N’ Roll Memorabilia.

You see, a few Saturday’s ago the local group ride was stopped at the store at Bartlett Lake filling up water bottles when some talk of my silly excuse of a website came up… In the midst of all the talk, a good friend of mine, Lewis Freed, said that he had a used Led Zeppelin concert ticket from a canceled show at JFK Stadium shortly after John Bonham passed away.

Whoa!

He then said that if he could find it, he’d give it to me.

Double Whoa!

So… that got my large and bulbous yet ruggedly handsome bald head thinking…

“Now self, if you can’t convince people to give you cash money for the rambling babble of incoherent words you type… maybe you can convince them to give you some good ol’ Rock N’ Roll memorabilia. Hmmm?”

So, that’s my plan and I’m rolling with it… People, I will type the you-know-what out of this site if you send me that old, dusty, box of sweet sweet rock n’ roll goodies that your wife’s been asking you to get rid of for years now… all in exchange for my sweet sweet holsum yet delightfully refreshing gospel. I’ll type whatever you want to hear. You people just let me know and I’ll type it till the wheels (or in this case “keys” or “button thingys”) fall off. Send a box, pick a topic and I’ll go to work typing like a madman. Speaking of madman… I’ve got Elton John’s “Madman Across The Water” signed by Elton himself… but no Bernie Taupin. That’s like having Batman’s signature without Robin’s right next to it. Not right people… So, if you’ve got it… let’s do this thing and I’ll write up a storm about anything you want. I’ll even include illustrations. Tons of them. Everybody likes a good illustration…

Like this one:

Now, go and do you thing… and I’ll do mine.

We’ll talk soon. Be safe out there.

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