Spit in my coffee
I'm in stratford woodshedding on the saxophone and i can't fucking believe how boring this place is, how boring my house is, even the new one. My dad is on his computer playing solitaire all day and nobody's around, i can barely stand it. I lifted the "take five" solo by paul desmond yesterday. Today i started lifting the bird solo on "ornithology" but i've found my energy drained and my spirits dropping. I feel i may have to leave. I don't know if it's the place, my dad, or what but it's just unbearable. When i get back to the city i will have my own room with my own shit and people to go and see. That will be good.