the max factor

Mar 21, 2007 20:35

I can't remember if I posted about Kent.

Kent was a disaster. One person showed.

We didn't get paid for the CCAC gig. Krissy fucked up. My dad heard me play my songs at a bar later and disowned me. He wouldn't even tell my mother the words I used. She's upset.

They're not coming to graduation.

... That sounds amazingly enough like the aftermath of a trip to Ohio.

I'm selling my bari to pay for the venue rental in Kent.

For those of you who don't know, this is my life now. If you still care, great. If you don't, move on.

In the midst of songwriting, I've spent four years doing a lot of work on classical saxophone. I don't get to have a recital now. It makes me angry. It makes me angrier that my parents can so instantaneously not know me because I said "fuck".

I'm tired. And we're done with Max now.
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