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ACTIVITY / REAL BUSY / HOBO KRIS

June 20, 2003

Wow. Lots of activity in the comments section these last bunch of days. Good stuff. It’s always the same group of fucks, though. Don’t get me wrong, said “fucks” are of the highest caliber of family, friends and colleagues and the Draplindustries Design Co. cherishes their contributions and unwarranted slander. C’mon now, daily readers, (we know you are out there…) leave some words behind after stopping by. Got a bone to pick? Want to spread some good cheer around? Go for it. Let that voice be heard.

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The week is slowing down to a slow crawl. I’ve more or less resigned my sad self to the realization that CINCO is always gonna be “fuckin’ busy as all hell.” Things never slow down. Full-bore. No complainin’ here…this frequency keeps the loot flowing, which is always good. Lots of shit on the plate. Tired fingers. Tired eyes. Tired hearts.

I did plug the electric gee-tar in though, only an arm’s reach away from my CINCO desk. I’ve been shredding in between ad comps and unanswered emails. After hours–once the troops have called it a night and split–I crank the ol’ tube amp up and let loose. Feels good. Ears ring and teeth vibrate. Stay tuned, a World Tour is in the planning stages.

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Kris Okins–sister to Melissa, pain-in-the-ass to Draplin–has balls.

Sure, get past the fact they may be small, pink and soft; and this phenomena may raise an eyebrow or two due to the fact she is 100% girl, but, she’s got ‘em, and she’s been proving it for last couple of days. See, she embarked on a journey that few make and even fewer survive, but many dream about. Three nights back little Kris–no more than a hundred pounds soaking wet–jumped a train out of Minneapolis.

Train hopping, folks. No shit. The girl has got balls.

The last couple days have been tense. Lots of speculation about missed steps resulting in “falling under the wheels” as well as a downward spiral of sad thoughts involving bad language, corned beef hash and murder.

My vote is that she’ll make it, and have a little beard and maybe a black eye.

Kris, you adventurin’ barrel stiff, chances are you won’t come across an Internet connection out there, so we’ll take this opportunity to get if off our chests:

01. Be careful. Yer sister is worried sick, and while we’re at it, make that, “the whole family” is worried sick.
02. Don’t get involved with any hobos. They tend to move around a lot and will break yer heart.
03. Watch out for Bulls in the trainyards.

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