um yeah, so here i am. slight beer buzz. my sister brought her new boyfriend over but it was late and they said they were walking down by the bridge at the end of the road but i think maybe somehting else went on. ot gonna go there, it;s my sis after all.
they had beer, i had a few which freaked my sister out considerably given that i am a straight edge and all. so the buzz i sminimal because this is rabbit piss they like to call busch light. i had bass the other night and i enjoyed it much more thoroughly than this.
but i guess it's ok, they bought it because the price was right or because they like the flavor of rabbit piss and miserable 3% alcohol.
anyway my show was fun. not that anyone will read this. but it was. Transfer to Red and Genital Hercules were un fucking believably amazing. wow.
taco dan showed up, his brother works for victory records and does web design, cd layouts and merch designs for a sshitload fo cool bands,and a few not as cool. but whatever. if you ever go to taking back sunday's web site and the corner has a logo for LIVEEVIL design, that is jason link, danny's big bro.
danny and i are trying to get the lawrence arms for a show in july but i dont know if it will work out or not. i lost my pants and such putting on a show where like 24 people showed up. but i guess if a real punk band plays, maybe more will go instead of blowing me off like EVERY FUCKING PERSON I CONSIDERED A FRIEND UP UNTIL LAST FRIDAY NIGHT.
cuz three or five persons showed up who had promised me they'd show some support. everyone else was apathetic and/or more entranced by journey playing at the local riverfront festival. fucking JOURNEY. open arms and whatnot. except without steve perry so not only who gives a fuck about journey next to my show, but who gives a flown-out-the-window-and-then-realized-it-didn't-even-fucking-know-how-to-fucking-fly-in-the-first-place-and-thusly-isn't-flying FUCK about journey without steve perry?!?
fuck everyone who didn;t get to my show. that is my new motto. no excuses. no bullshit or whatver, and no forgiveness on this one. the ONE time when it meant anything at all to me, they all failed.
fuck 'em
they had beer, i had a few which freaked my sister out considerably given that i am a straight edge and all. so the buzz i sminimal because this is rabbit piss they like to call busch light. i had bass the other night and i enjoyed it much more thoroughly than this.
but i guess it's ok, they bought it because the price was right or because they like the flavor of rabbit piss and miserable 3% alcohol.
anyway my show was fun. not that anyone will read this. but it was. Transfer to Red and Genital Hercules were un fucking believably amazing. wow.
taco dan showed up, his brother works for victory records and does web design, cd layouts and merch designs for a sshitload fo cool bands,and a few not as cool. but whatever. if you ever go to taking back sunday's web site and the corner has a logo for LIVEEVIL design, that is jason link, danny's big bro.
danny and i are trying to get the lawrence arms for a show in july but i dont know if it will work out or not. i lost my pants and such putting on a show where like 24 people showed up. but i guess if a real punk band plays, maybe more will go instead of blowing me off like EVERY FUCKING PERSON I CONSIDERED A FRIEND UP UNTIL LAST FRIDAY NIGHT.
cuz three or five persons showed up who had promised me they'd show some support. everyone else was apathetic and/or more entranced by journey playing at the local riverfront festival. fucking JOURNEY. open arms and whatnot. except without steve perry so not only who gives a fuck about journey next to my show, but who gives a flown-out-the-window-and-then-realized-it-didn't-even-fucking-know-how-to-fucking-fly-in-the-first-place-and-thusly-isn't-flying FUCK about journey without steve perry?!?
fuck everyone who didn;t get to my show. that is my new motto. no excuses. no bullshit or whatver, and no forgiveness on this one. the ONE time when it meant anything at all to me, they all failed.
fuck 'em