aint my job to fuck you on your birthday anymore
day from hell.. to start with.. i jog/walk every night now and got in from 7 miles at 4:30..
1. woke up at 7
2. me and andy took the broken down van to the shop and begged them to fix it by 5
3. we called every music store in central or western pennsylvania to find witmyer a power chord for his keys and the only place that had it was guitar center in Monroeville (pittsburgh)
4. after trying to get someone to meet us halfway and pricing courier services, we drove ourselves to monroeville and got it
5. we got back just in time to get the van which was luckily fixed in time
6. we pick up everyone and stop to get gas, and we forgot the gascap keys at andys. so we drive back clear to his house to get it so we can get gas for the trip to maryland
7. we get there almost two hours late, but are still in time to play for the remaining 10 kids and get paid 20 dollars, AND for whatever reason, the kids had no idea what they were doing and had 2 mics, and one stand. so we literally rigges a cymbal stand to be a mic stand. i wanted to die.
8. we leave to come back and get lost, adding an extra hour and a half to our time, which meant more money we didnt have
9. made a phone call and was thoroughly let down and dispointed. apparently she learned nothing from her time with me.
10. got home from all of this around 5 this morning and my dad had the door locked with the chain from the inside.. so i had to beat on the side of the house for 45 minutes until his lady for the night got up and answered it.
no i get to sleep for about 4 hours and go play two more shows, then sleep for another 4, and play another two.
im sick and tired, and im loosing all hope in our human race.
right and wrong. yes and no. black and white. good and evil.
'and' is not an option.
..like a hawaiian punch mustache right under my nose,
jeff
1. woke up at 7
2. me and andy took the broken down van to the shop and begged them to fix it by 5
3. we called every music store in central or western pennsylvania to find witmyer a power chord for his keys and the only place that had it was guitar center in Monroeville (pittsburgh)
4. after trying to get someone to meet us halfway and pricing courier services, we drove ourselves to monroeville and got it
5. we got back just in time to get the van which was luckily fixed in time
6. we pick up everyone and stop to get gas, and we forgot the gascap keys at andys. so we drive back clear to his house to get it so we can get gas for the trip to maryland
7. we get there almost two hours late, but are still in time to play for the remaining 10 kids and get paid 20 dollars, AND for whatever reason, the kids had no idea what they were doing and had 2 mics, and one stand. so we literally rigges a cymbal stand to be a mic stand. i wanted to die.
8. we leave to come back and get lost, adding an extra hour and a half to our time, which meant more money we didnt have
9. made a phone call and was thoroughly let down and dispointed. apparently she learned nothing from her time with me.
10. got home from all of this around 5 this morning and my dad had the door locked with the chain from the inside.. so i had to beat on the side of the house for 45 minutes until his lady for the night got up and answered it.
no i get to sleep for about 4 hours and go play two more shows, then sleep for another 4, and play another two.
im sick and tired, and im loosing all hope in our human race.
right and wrong. yes and no. black and white. good and evil.
'and' is not an option.
..like a hawaiian punch mustache right under my nose,
jeff