sixth of strange gossip

The show was sold out last night. We were all hooked and really stuck at everything. We were fools of musical instruments and somehow we were playing for 200 people. And this time everyone applauded. No one laughed.

I sold 5 CDs and had to talk to 20 different people about other bands they liked and what they had to do in the city. We drunk for free, strolled off the road, and returned home to a large junk van. I got drunk, got my head out of the window, fell behind, pulled out 40 of the brown bags and pretended to be what I was doing. Because I was doing it, whatever I was doing, I was doing it.