Saturday, October 16, 2010

Remember when...

I am about ready to shove an icepick into my ear and pull my brain out with a hook.

We agreed to do a gig for our friend's parents. It is their 50th anniversary. They are doing a special dinner for them in a private dining room at a nice restaurant in town.

They asked us to play a specific song. It is an Alan Jackson song called Remember When. It is a sickening, trailer park love ballad.

I have been sick all week, and have been working my ass off. My Saturday is now consumed with this. It makes me want to buy a shitty pickup truck, get my high school girlfriend pregnant and take her through the drive through at McDonald's on friday night.

Just shoot me.