Dear blag,
Night before last, I got literally zero sleep. I was staying over at a lady's house and she kept fucking doing shit to turn me on. All. Night. I got home blueballed to fuck at 7:30am (after riding my bike home, with my poor balls desperately wishing for a different way home) only to wind up cleaning the house with the guy I live with.
At like 11, I got a text from my buddy saying "Hey dude. Shit. Problem. One of the bands tonight dropped, can you do a set?" and so I threw together a 45-minute set list (it was supposed to be 30; I would rather have too much than too little).
Got my gear dropped off an hour early, practiced a few of the songs for lulz. I was second in the lineup, so I started around 9:40. First three songs? Awesome! Middle of song 4, sound guy completely killed my monitor. I kept asking for it back, and he kept not giving it back, so the rest of my set sucked DICKS. Fuck that guy.
Whatever, I got paid $15. Went to a different bar with my buddy and his band, got a single beer. Waited 15 damn minutes to get my card back, my pint (Fat Tire!) was 3/4 done by time I even got the attention of the SUUUUUUUPER bitchy bartender. She was seriously the nastiest person I ever met! So unnecessarily harsh! Fuck that bitch I didn't tip her shit, on the receipt where it read "TIP" I wrote in "OF MY DICK" because fuck that shit, I ain't about to be given no attitude for the fact that I waited patiently.
Whatever. The other musicians were nice as fuck, and I saw some old friends in the audience. Ooooooold friends, hadn't heard from 'em in years. Awesome!
Love,
Me