Line-up
I'm psyched.
My mom's gonna get my car fixed for me. Her husband knows a guy who knows a guy who will do it for like $350.
I really hope I don't have to pay her back for that. I still owe her so much money already.
Plus I still have some old debts from last year when I was fucking everything up.
And I'm supposed to be saving money for this trip, and for a new car.
I don't know how I'm going to do it all.
I'm going to seriously be working like 80 hour weeks this summer, no days off. It's going to suck. But Interpol and Modest Mouse? Fuck yeah. That's worth it.
Beka B. and her little boy toy are coming with us. I think that's awesome. I wish I could have gone to concerts with my big brother when I was a teenager. I mean, if he listened to some better music.
Kayla wants to go really bad. I keep telling her when she's older she can go to all the rock concerts she wants. Rock your heart out.
I am so glad she's growing up with awesome music and a love for the rock and roll. If she turns out to be some kind of little ghetto ass gang banging rap listenin' to poser I will be so disappointed in myself, and always wonder what I did wrong. I'm doing everything I can to make sure she turns out to be an indie kid. Or at least not ghetto. That would suck.