i'm shaking like milk
Chris got hitched on Monday. We all went to the beach and there, beneath the moon and amidst the fog, Chris and Jenna transformed into the superhuman crime-fighting duo, Mr. and Mrs. Walsh. It was a lovely ceremony. Most of us were drenched in no time...it was as if we had all participated in a mass baptism. We unwillingly became members of some obtuse cult. Fuck, I hope that's not what happened. Well, I did have fun, which is a rarity. I was extremely worried that this marriage represented the end of the band, but as the pirates say, I was dead wrong. I have nothing to worry about and that fills me with...fear. Who the hell am I if I have nothing to fucking worry about?
I played Open Mic Night alone. I just banged out four cover songs [Lady Stardust by David Bowie, A Design For Life by the Manic Street Preachers, Velouria by The Pixies, and Creep....yeah] and basically went to sleep. I was last on the list. The place was, like, fucking empty.
I miss Smurf.
I played Open Mic Night alone. I just banged out four cover songs [Lady Stardust by David Bowie, A Design For Life by the Manic Street Preachers, Velouria by The Pixies, and Creep....yeah] and basically went to sleep. I was last on the list. The place was, like, fucking empty.
I miss Smurf.