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i don't think anyone reads this anymore... but here are some shows for 2011 [21 Dec 2010|04:22pm]
Thursday, January 6th 2011

H2O
Comeback Kid
Casey Jones
The Attack
Go Rydell

@ Rocketown
371 S. Federal Hwy.
Pompano Beach, FL
6 PM / $15

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then the next day...
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Breakeven Booking Presents...
Friday, January 7th

Naysayer
Take Offense
Hivemind
Harbinger
Time Ends

@ The Talent Farm
20911 Johnson St. #111
Pembroke Pines, FL
6 PM / $10
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casting the gloom [19 Aug 2008|08:57pm]
i want to make things happen. great things. instead of treading the undertow in a sea of shit for the pursuit of happiness. last time i checked, "happiness" is a trophy wife, a promising legacy, and a couple of property lines. well, i see the looks on the faces of the people crowding the streets. i guess "happiness" isn't cutting it these days.

i'm always stuck between shit luck and harsh reality. it's okay though, because it's all i know. maybe some day i'll adapt to the "better days coming" or maybe that saying will be engraved on my headstone.

this post is for you. i'm happy. you're next.
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[02 Jul 2008|03:05pm]
Breakeven Booking Presents...
Thursday, July 3rd

Fireworks
This Time Next Year
2*Sweet
Sink The State
My Complex Island
From Me To You
Engines

@ Klein Dance Studio
811 Lake Ave.
Lake Worth, FL 33460
6 PM / $10
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inches become miles [30 Jun 2008|06:58am]
i love how i have a universal name amongst the homeless base-heads of the country. it's "big man." you know, "'ey big man, how about a dollar." it's alright though, because i have a universal name for them as well. "hey crackhead, no."

some drunk dude told me he was going to "chop my head off" yesterday. you know what, fuck it. if you want to go through all that work. just fuck it. take my head. it's yours. look motherfucker, mortal kombat-esque violence was shocking to me in 1992. the entire world is over it. telling somebody you're going to chop off their head is not threatening or scary. you just sound like an idiot.

michael jackson owning the elephant man's skull... now that's fucked up... or maybe just a fucked up rumour. elephant man must've had family. possibly corky from "life goes on." who knows, i'm just saying; why does michael jackson have it? foul play.

so where did i go wrong? did i even go wrong? i know my answer. i want to hear yours.
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life support addiction [18 Jun 2008|01:57pm]
and i'm in love with everything.
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yeah [12 May 2008|08:18pm]
I sing for Temper. We're doing the 4 songs off the Alone In A Crowd 7".

Go to both of these shows. Greatest weekend for hardcore in South Florida. If you miss either, you'll regret it down the road.

New Art School Presents...
Friday, May 30th

Cro-Mags ("The Cro-Mag Jam" w/ John Joseph & Mackie)
Absolution (NYHC Legends. Reunion)
DNME (Reunion show!)
The Ruins (Playing as The Dead Boys)
Homestretch (Playing as Quicksand)
Temper (Playing as Alone In A Crowd)

@ Churchill's
Miami, FL
8 PM


Then the following night...

Breakeven Booking Presents...
Saturday, May 31st

Paint It Black (Flying in from Philadelphia. Ex. Kid Dynamite & Lifetime)
Blacklisted (Flying in from Philadelphia. Heavier Than Heaven, Lonelier Than God)
New Mexican Disaster Squad (Orlando Punk/Hardcore. Jade Tree Records)
Foundation (Atlanta Straightedge)
Monikers (Ex. Discount)
Homestretch (Bring Your Wooden Stakes. Miami)

@ Klein Dance Studio
811 Lake Ave.
Lake Worth, FL
6 PM / $10


www.myspace.com/breakevenbooking
www.newartschool.net
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interview with john mchale [09 May 2008|03:51pm]
i've been interviewed.
go to http://jordanislost.blogspot.com to read. do it!

April 18th, 1984 [18 Apr 2008|12:37pm]
24
today is my birthday... now let's party. yes, all four of you that still post on here. crazy fucking festivities. leap year has previously screwed me out of having a birthday on a weekend. i think. but not this time!
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what the fuck happened to me [29 Mar 2008|04:38pm]
shout outs:
-the city of miami
-little havana livin'
-key biscayne night life... yeah right.
-headquarters
-yambo & casolas
-klein dance studio
-shitty plumbing

at the end of this tunnel, there better be a fucking light.
time to start fixing myself... again.
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Paint It Black comes to South Florida... [03 Mar 2008|03:54pm]
Breakeven Booking presents...
Saturday, May 31st

Paint It Black
Blacklisted
New Mexican Disaster Squad
Foundation
Monikers
Homestretch

@ Klein Dance Studio
811 Lake Ave.
Lake Worth, FL
6 PM / $10

www.myspace.com/breakevenbooking
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surrounded by people but still feel all alone [23 Dec 2007|06:05pm]
it's not that i'm sad or angry. i just don't feel the same anymore.

bang your head [11 Sep 2007|05:44pm]
what kind of haircut would you be? i'd like to think i am the mullet. business up front, party in the fucking back. it doesn't get much better than that. granted, i've never had a mullet. i wouldn't associate with somebody who has one, but i feel it's a solid formula. it's like dr. jekyll & mr. hyde. day versus night. the haves versus the have-nots. despite looking incredibly stupid and being the hair-style for people whose favorite movie was "deliverance," i think it was a good intention, but a terrible outcome & look.

carlos mencia would be the afro. large, annoying, and unnecessary. oh and not funny. even if you're carrot-top. george bush junior has dibs on the rat tail; it lasted almost a decade and will forever remain a bad memory.

as i've somewhat stated, i've never had any of the aforementioned hair-styles. however, i spent a good amount of time with a bowl-cut. man, what a bad idea that was. miss teen south carolina is most definitely the bowl-cut. why? because she's simple, yet forgivable. you can get away with having a bowl-cut, but you'll never live down the rat tail or the mullet.
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sunday! hardcore show [10 Aug 2007|10:50pm]
please come out. all the bands are worth your support and attention. they're all on tour. even the bands from here...

please repost this bulletin everywhere. message boards, livejournal, IM it to people. thanks.

Breakeven Booking presents...
Sunday, August 12th

Blacklisted
(Philadelphia, PA. Deathwish Inc Records)
Ceremony (Bay Area, CA. Bridge 9 Records)
Shipwreck (Boston, MA. Deathwish Inc Records)
XBishopX (Returning from tour. Fort Lauderdale. Ferret Records)
The Red Baron (South Florida, come welcome them back)
Jump The Shark (Pensacola, FL. Dead Truth Recordings)

@ Ray's Downtown Blues
519 Clematis St.
West Palm Beach, FL
6 PM / $10
www.myspace.com/breakevenbooking






thanks for all the help.
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unstoppable [21 May 2007|09:11pm]
... but what if the nuclear blast finally comes and only cockroaches and myself will remain? i'll be bare-ass naked, walking over crushed skulls all terminator 2 style. it sure will be lonely. i fucking hate cockroaches.

you're not old-school, you're just old. [18 Apr 2007|04:19pm]
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slowly approaching my mid-20's. my youth is waving back at me with the biggest shit-eating grin. happy birthday to me. i'll try not to fuck it up. some thing's just don't come with guarantees.
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the devil done stole my soul [06 Apr 2007|04:41pm]
so what if you don't know who i am anymore?

give up [12 Jan 2007|10:33pm]
i was convinced the one thing i could always count on was the company i kept. well, i needed a wake up call; a fucking reality check. they don't give a shit and there's a reason why no one ever calls to hang out. i've always been a fucking stray and i never needed anyone to help me stand on my own two feet. johnny boy, it's time to put holes in those new shoes.

this town is under my skin. it's a great place to live, but after 18 years and change it was obviously a mistake to stay here. this is a place where the households in the cul-de-sacs are hopped up on prozac, the real scumbags live behind guard-gates in million dollar homes, the middle-class teenagers believe they're unfortunately poor, and where the mcdonald's signs don't have golden arches.

is there really a better place? probably not. we relocate, we adapt, and we continue. the same obstacles and people will only reappear, but disguised as strangers. it's new and beautiful, because it's not reminiscent of the drag that was your former routine. the new people in your life are just as thrilled to meet you as you are to have met them. it's mutualism. you're a new and interesting aspect to their life. shortly after, there will be a place designated for you in the "norm" classification; where you practically don't exist because you're now officially part of the symbiotic grind of the cliques and back-stabbing friendship circles in your new residence. you thought you escaped? you're a funny one. no sweat, right? you'll remember that success is your main priority. stay on top, you go-getting, bench-mark setting son-of-a-bitch. you're number 1 until you're chewed up and spit out just like the last "yesman." i'm going to let you in on a secret... you fucking fell for it.
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sweep the leg, johnny [12 Jan 2007|01:42pm]
the year was 2001. the guilty party consisted of patrick corsetti, nick rodriguez, mike keim, myself, and a few other friendly faces. crazy fingers, the grateful dead cover band, was jammin' out at the pompano beach pier and we were on the prowl. this is the last place a 17 year-old hardcore kid should be, but i was busy taking it all in and enjoying myself. the air was crisp and the ocean reeked of dead refugees. the pier was loaded with characters, specifically these beach bums who had long surpassed the brink of insanity as if they were running a fucking marathon. we would spend the next thirty minutes with these guys, hanging out on the beach. they were drunk and rambling about new jersey and how malt liquor gives them superpowers. one of the wanderers decided he'd teach me a life lesson, you know, as if i needed anymore of those. the result was an incoherent batch of rehashed television sitcom kid sister advice. i was ready to bash myself in the head with a coconut that deviated away from the nearest palm tree with hopes of greener pastures, but fell to its sandy grave only five feet away. i'm becoming desperate and i'm ready to flex on this guy, but then he presented the topper. he told me, with his finger pointing to his friend. "johnny, you see that guy?" to which i responded "your pal?" he retorted "johnny, he's not my friend. he's a fucking toad. do you know what a toad is, johnny?" my best answer was a dumbfounded "it's an amphibian." he says "no johnny, well, yes. but no. a toad is something that shits on a fuckin' log. that guy, he shits on a fuckin' log all day. he's fucking worthless, johnny. a panhandler, a vagabond, a fuckin' toad. he's not my friend." confused, i asked him why he hangs out with him. "johnny, i'm a fuckin' drunk." he then proceeded to tell my friends and i to not end up like a bunch of toads.

moral of the story: don't shit on a log. "this one's for you; never hang up your boots."
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tastes like burning [10 Jan 2007|11:11pm]
i suffer from "ralph macchio syndrome." pushing the age of 23, but i look like i'm skipping my home-room class in junior high school.

technically, lando calrisian was the first black man in space. i think it's pretty fucked up that the man doesn't get any recognition during the month of february. the tuskeegee x-wing squadron took a ferocious dump on the space program. eat it, sputnik.

i'm going to run for president. after being elected and getting sworn in to the white house, i'm going to tell everyone to get the fuck off my property and piss off until i'm impeached within the next month. foreign policy? fuck it, where's the presidential arcade? i got dibs on top bunk.

i'm homesick for a place that no longer exists. "freebird" is my new anthem. keep on fucking truckin'.

one foot in the grave [16 Dec 2006|11:04am]
i'm officially done with community college. now i have to figure out what i'm going to do for my bachelors degree. my grades for this semester consist of four A's and one B, out of 15 credit hours. i'm just annoyed that the B had to shit in my cornflakes this morning, but 4/5 is fine by me. i'm assuming i will receive my associates degree in the mail soon. i didn't score anything less than a B in my first two years of college. i worked hard, which i'm feeling good about it now. 16 A's and 6 B's in total, 62 credit hours. right on.

i'm not moving to atlanta anymore. my mom isn't even staying there, it looks as if she's heading towards boston or cape cod in the spring. in two weeks, i will need a place to live. if anyone needs a room-mate, let me know. anywhere in or surrounding the miami and fort lauderdale areas.

right now, i'm in gainesville with renee. we're staying with some friends who are pretty sweet. i'm having a good time. i haven't been up here since the last gainesville fest. some things never change...
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