Ugh I've had a long weekend.
I don't even care to attempt to write all of the details of this out but fuck slacker musicians who think its all about getting messed up on designer drugs and fucking hot chicks instead of following through on commitments and working hard to make a living. Fuck you for always showing up late because you stayed out until sunrise the night before and fuck the girlfriend you've known all of two weeks that you're chasing all the way Phoenix because its just something you've "gotta do". Some people actually depend on paying gigs to make a living and when you back out at the last minute causing the rest of us to cancel a pay day it hurts but what the fuck do you care? Some spaced out hippy in Arizona might put out and usually has great acid, so fuck everyone who gave you a place to sleep, helped you with bills and went out of their way to help you get going so you can get back on your feet.
I don't know even know why this is bugging me so much, it might just be lack of sleep or something usually this stuff just roll off my back but holy fuck have I been in a foul mood all weekend because this...its not even about the money really...I don't know...
...damn I'm terrible at putting thoughts to words...I give up. I do feel a little better having gotten it out of my system though.
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“My god I must have missed it...its hell down here!”
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