SAN FRANCISCO
On the eve of my departure for San Francisco my Mother told me that after 22 years, she's finally ready to be on friendly terms with my father.
Whiskey.
Tango.
Foxtrot.
I mean...seriously.
Her excuse is that it's time he got to know who his kids are. And if she dies, she wants her kids to know who their father is. Whatever. She needs to rephrase that as to he needs to know who his son is and vice versa...cuz he and I are cool...ish.
I'm starting to get nervous.
I'm way behind schedule.
Those same thoughts of "I wish I were in a band so I didn't have to do this on my own" are floating around my head right now.
I hope people come.
I hope all my plans work out.
I hope I don't forget anything.
E. called me tonight to wish me well. This really meant a lot.
Allright...gotta go pack.
See ya guys tomorrow!!!
Cheese can Suck It!
Whiskey.
Tango.
Foxtrot.
I mean...seriously.
Her excuse is that it's time he got to know who his kids are. And if she dies, she wants her kids to know who their father is. Whatever. She needs to rephrase that as to he needs to know who his son is and vice versa...cuz he and I are cool...ish.
I'm starting to get nervous.
I'm way behind schedule.
Those same thoughts of "I wish I were in a band so I didn't have to do this on my own" are floating around my head right now.
I hope people come.
I hope all my plans work out.
I hope I don't forget anything.
E. called me tonight to wish me well. This really meant a lot.
Allright...gotta go pack.
See ya guys tomorrow!!!
Cheese can Suck It!