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Aug 27, 2006 18:40

wow i cant even begin to explain how much i dont wanna do this fucking show tomorrow
fuck the fact that its cbgbs and its closing
wow famous fucking cbgbs and i have the chance to play there
i dont even care, fuck that all
no ones gonna be there to see me
all these random people, waiting for another band to come on is going to be there
and why?
because cbgbs is in the motherfucking boondocks of manhattan thats why
wow my first show at cbgbs how wonderful
id rather have my first fucking show on staten island though
this is so dumb i dont wanna be a fucking band who preforms in the city cause no one fucking goes
everyone has something to do monday and what do i have to do? preform at cbgbs so no one who gives two shits about me can come and see
i want my friends there so they can congratulate me at the end and tell me what they thought and whatnot but no, its not gonna be like that
im gonna get off the stage and my parents are going to say something nice and then my brothers going to complain about how hes 10x better and how i suck and whatnot

but who cares because well its cbgbs and thats the only reason we're doing it in the first place
i feel so fucking materialistic
im playing for a name
i hope someday when i tell my 'grandkids' about this whole thing, i hope i add in the fact that all i did was play at cbgbs and probably got no satisfaction from playing there because none of my friends were there to see me
fucking im sick of telling people 'well, its cbgbs' you know what? fuck that, i dont care...no ones gonna be there anyway, thats how important of a fucking place it is

why did i get myself into this shit in the first place
i should have kept my answer to a no like it was from the start
i wouldnt have gotten myself into this whole fucking mess in the first place
i want to fucking play at the muddy cup, or dock street
i want all those low life staten island kids watching us cause you know what? we know those low life staten island kids

i hate this.
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