People,
Ok, let's cut the crap, shall we? I hate not being in the band Fooled By April anymore. I mean, I fucking hate it. A lot.
Maybe it's my old age, staring down the barrel of thirty as the bullet of middle age mediocrity gets closer, but the further I get away from the group the more I realize how great it was. I mean, we hated each other a good part of the time and things weren't always easy, but as I meet new people in Rochester and tell all the old stories I realize just how special an experience it was.
Is it wrong of me to want to have to pick up Jordan and Pete in a faraway Ohio town after they spent the night with some trailer trash girl?
Dag.
I can let you borrow Mike and Nate - they're probably off somewhere with a skanky chick. I'm sure they'd appreciate the ride.
