In the unlikely event of my death

Sophie played the lovely 'you on my mind in my sleep' from Richard Ashcroft's first solo record this am, and it's tears even now.


I wonder if I should give my password to someone, so if I were to die unexpectedly they could post a message stating this. In fact I could write my own obit, and keep it in draft form, to be published upon my passing.

The thing is I really like some of my internet pals, but they don't really know me, and how would they know if I checked out of this mortal coil? Would they care? Would they leave comments on here like;

WTF dude? You haven't effing blogged in weeks? you slack mofo you better be dead or sumthin.

Why am I thinking about my own death today? Cause I tore myself up at practice last night. My groin is still a wreck even though I loosened it up a lot. (insert your own joke about me loosening up my groin here) The bottom of my feet are a butcher shop as well.

I work in a part of town where there are numerous 'massage' places. Okay you may have guessed this isn't Park ave. I get the feeling if I walked into any of these places looking for treatment of the groin area, I may get something very different.

'yeah I need a licensed massage therapist to work on my groin area'
'sir that's not a problem, we have an excellent staff trained at groin massage to completion'

Uh..not what I meant.