mortuusnox

I thought I updated this damn thing already today. I guess not. Bad poetry doesn't get very many responses. I went to a new bar in Modesto earlier this evening and felt like a tird in a punch bowl. Everyone there were wearing polo shirts or collared shirts. Very prep. The bartender had on some interesting dicky pants that had way too many pockets with zippers. Almost like bondage pants but no rings or anything that I noticed. I want a pair. You should have see the look on her face when I asked her where I could get myself a pair. She said Macy's. I don't think I have thirty dollars to blow on pants though. They would be kewl for shows if the band ever does anymore shows. Now Pat, the guitarist, is starting to bitch out. I hate musicians. I'm going to pull a Trent Reznor and just make a bad ass studio project and hire a band to tour with. Too bad I don't know how to do any of that recording/mixing stuff. Nor do I have the equipment. Right. Rant rant rant.
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