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Aug 02, 2006 13:52

Well last night has to be the shittest gig of my life. The music wasn't actually as bad as I expected, but.. nyeh.

After bringing up my coco pops during the first band, I went and sat out in the corridoors for a lil while for some air. This is where it happens. Some guy comes up to me, and says he knows me from somewhere, and then asks me if I used to hang out at exi on a saturday morning with Joe and Dave. And so I obviously said yea.. this is where he explained he used to go there, and he said he's been away for a couple of years, and got back about a week ago.

And then he asked how Joe is.

That's the second person I've had to tell about Joe being dead, I hate it. This time was even worse than before, too. This time I had to actually see this person's face fall when I told him. I actually had to sit there while his eyes filled up and he ran away. I hate this.

And to make things worse, I'm gonna have to take from my building society before I expected. Neo's now decided his drummer can't afford my drum kit. So basically, I'm fucked. I'm gonna need to take out money for clothes, books, and until my EMA comes in, I'll even need it for simple things like bus passes and food. Argh, I'm gonna have to talk to my mam about it when she gets in. If she comes back from Cramlington with something she's bought she doesn't need, I'm gonna be really pissed off.

drumming, gig, death, ill, drum kit, dave, ema, mam, neo, joe, sick, exi, money

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