i find that these days i’ve been progressively intoxicating the shit out of myself and yelling in people’s faces because they skew things that are said in their brains and i am all, um, that is not the overall meaning of what was just said and they are all, BLARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH, and i am all, SHUT UP and then i tell some dicknose that he is just a pawn ‘cos he is a bass player and has absolutely no right to dictate anything in my band and i just talked to my dad and he is like we don’t want a bass player and i am like good that solves everything.
so i am all kerouac sans the writing just the tappa tappa drinking talking artfag except i’m one-hundred per cent more bitter and obnoxious. i bet jack was really nice but then again he was a serial drunk, so whatever.
i’m gonna watch nat. lamp’s. euro vacation because i am rock and roll.
