membrane day
I will once again be gracing the fanshawe studios as a hired gun. This time to play drums. last time I played guitar. Don't let the hired part fool you, oh no, I won't be payed; don't expect to be. it's more like, "yo, you wanna come in and lay down some shit?" an I'm like "Solid!*alasmoothe*" but it's not like that... but it is. know? I got drunk last night. I'm irish... oh and I ate potatoes too, so I'm even irisher. didn't have any guinness sadly. I ran into someone who lives out here at the bar. they now know that I live around here. just not exactly where. they suck. thank you for loud bars and few specifics. I also ran in to cam flynn. apparently sherrif and dermer live near by. crazy world. apparently I didn't exist before last night so says some guy that I'm in an, as of yet, fictional band with. fictional bandwidth. bandwidth. fixin' a sandwich on a fictional bandwidth. non-fiction sandwich. done.