The Ghost of a Bottomed-Out Future

[horizonline]

Andrew keeps trying to get Alex, Josh and me to follow him into one project or other. Well, careful what you wish for, my friend, because this is exactly what would happen.

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Yes, Josh, you are the guy with the tamborine.

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[exhumite]

Tell me o specter! Is this a vision of a future that will be, or of a future that may be? Can i not change my ways?!

[horizonline]

This is the future, O Human, if you so choose. Choose wisely, and thou shalt avoid such a lonely, drug addled, fameless, and hick-like fate of misguided sexlessness. It is only what could be. Yet ... it could come to pass. Your ways can be mended. It is by no means fated, yet is possible. I leave the choices to you, O Human. You alone have the power to avoid this future.

[horizonline]

It's really easy to make one. Tear apart a beer box, staple two of the sides together, stick it on your head, and then get so plastered you can barely see. Then go over to David's house. Make him one, get him equally drunk; he gets the guitar, you get a toilet paper tube and a chopstick, then you go down to the cafe and play for spare change. That's pretty much how Dr. Hook does it, but with more electricity involved.

[bramio]

...If you promise it'll be exactly like this, I'll fly over from Brussels to see it.

[horizonline]

uh.. heh .. yeesss... it'll be JUST like this ... *pulls out fiddle* .. quick, Alex, put on the eye patch. Get him out here and then we'll cancel the gig and go drink champagne with him.

OH! heh. Yes. It'll be just like this. Let me just... put on my wig.