Fuck you, Bryan.

Try to find the new one.

I just got thrown out of the backstage chill-out area because I'm a minor. Now I have to listen to an awful metal band called Downtown Brown play.

This not being 21 shit has got to go.

Ann Arbor, bitches!

On another note, 80 more days of Xs

I just got the phone call that I've been dreading for the past five years or so. I'm not sure how I'm going to concentrate for the next month with this on my my mind. I'm really scared. If you want to know whats going on, then call me. I don't want to go into it on here.

For those who are so inclined, prayers would be wonderful.

On the road again in a few hours. Expect the usual sporadic updates and bitter complaints.

Until then,

Cheers

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I do not kill with my hand.
I kill with my heart.
He who kills with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.

We need to get drunk together so that I can actually talk to you.

I am Joe's Cirrhosis Ridden Liver.

I am Joe's Sense of Rejection

So, who wants to loan me some self confidence?