fuckanutter.
boy, have i run into a predicament. my parents are trying to keep me from playing at dugdale's bonfire. theyre going away for the same weekend, and me and my brother are going to stay with my uncle in quincy. now, i could easily get to dugdale's in like a half hour from my uncle's house, and i could keep my drums there, and if my parents decided they wanted to be cool and take the keys away from me, i could get a ride to my house and drive to dugdale's with the SPARE KEY i have in my room... muahaha. but my dad decided to be an asshole, and not understand how important this is to me, and is stickin his heels into the ground. but no worries, dear readers. my heels can go deeper than his. now, last night wasnt too bad. went to robbie's to jam... without dave, who was at the 311 show, which i heard sucked. of course, we couldnt finalize any songs without dave, but we got our own parts down anyway. we could've gone longer, but tom's G string on his guitar broke AGAIN! thats the 3rd time in like a month... we're startin to think he's cursed. but after that, tom took off, and me, mike, robbie, and riccardelli went to mcdonalds and to riccardelli's to play poker. i had them all beat for awhile, then robbie had to fuckin call me all in, and i lost the hand with a pair of 9's... but whatever, i only lost 5 bucks. after i was out, i just messed around with riccardelli's bongos, looked through his cds, and drank the rest of the bacardi in his fridge. good times had by all. then thursday night, i hung out with cali, and on the way home i went like 85, no cops. then i was like 5 minutes away from the house, and i got pulled over for goin 60 in a 50 zone. kinda messed up. oh well. i gotta go do chores for the dictators. check ya later.