Well...
Yesterday was pretty damn weird. Went to some mental hospital to visit my old band.
To make a long story short, I played a buncha records and told a shitload of stories, but they didn't say anything back. Just laid there. The nurses said that's all they ever really do. I think Tony mighta looked at me at one point, I ain't sure.
Ehh...so basically, it wasn't exactly the visit I was expecting, but it was fun to get nostalgic, even if it was pretty much just by myself. At least the nurses liked the stories I think (had to autograph a couple people's chests on my way out, and I ain't just talkin about the lady nurses).
But, uh...Christmas Eve! Everyone put booze in your eggnog and find some mistletoe tonight! And in case I'm too busy tomorrow - merry Christmas, douchebags.
To make a long story short, I played a buncha records and told a shitload of stories, but they didn't say anything back. Just laid there. The nurses said that's all they ever really do. I think Tony mighta looked at me at one point, I ain't sure.
Ehh...so basically, it wasn't exactly the visit I was expecting, but it was fun to get nostalgic, even if it was pretty much just by myself. At least the nurses liked the stories I think (had to autograph a couple people's chests on my way out, and I ain't just talkin about the lady nurses).
But, uh...Christmas Eve! Everyone put booze in your eggnog and find some mistletoe tonight! And in case I'm too busy tomorrow - merry Christmas, douchebags.