turns out i can play the drums afterall and our band is called the jamaican beef patties and we are amazing and sometimes we wear masks when we play, you know the one from SCREAM, yes, that one. and we only take breaks to watch the dogs hump each other. two big and black and hairy cavemen who can’t speak. but then i get bored of playing the same beat over and over again so i try and do something else and i get yelled at ‘cos it was finally the “bridge” and i turned into a selfish drum nazi.