omg_zombies

You ask me to hook you up with a job and I did, then you quit and wanted to come back after leaving Target. After working for awhile you gained an attitude and told my dad, your boss, that he's not the boss of you and to fuck off, causing my friends to not be able to have a chance to work there. You would tell me how much you hate my dad and how you have no respect for him and wonder how I can stand him, but I just ignored it. You wouldn't man up by apologizing to him, but when you were drunk you told me how much you understand my dad and that you'll apologize to him but you never did. You wanted to write him a letter of apology because you can't look in my dad's face because you're scared. You're the but of everyones joke when it comes to work. I don't hear from you much anymore, but when I do I know it's because you need something from me. I try to be cool with you but being in the same room with you brings up images from Driller Killer. Don't hit me up on myspace asking to recommend your friend, that I've never met, to job a working at a guitar shop. Don't you have the balls to call me on the phone? I don't want to help your friend because last time I helped out a friend with a job I got shit on.

I went up to Neal's house today to have Luis replace the booster in my Ironbird bass and he showed me a rough cut of one of the basses I have on order.


So we, my band, have finally come up with a band name...Re-Agent. I hope someone knows where it came from.