I felt like shit… Kiss was in town.
I’d managed to forget about it. I’m not so much a chaser as I’d check myself at the door and go get those motherf*&ckers. Better tail to chase on my time than some overindulged oldster taking another shot at glory who needs to set buildings on fire to get his jollies. There are lines I just can’t cross. The whole thing really did make me ill, and not because I’m jealous, cause really, I managed to use what they were doing to my advantage and gain ground, so there’s nothing to be jealous about.
“wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are” – Cobain
I got to play with *real* rockstars all summer.
And watch one of my elected officials play groopie for headlines. Fighting for his right to party… hahahaha….
Barf.
Gimme John’s dress over Gene’s tongue ANY day.
That reminds me of that old Churchill quote… “We’ve already established what you are… now we’re just haggling over price”
I’d like to see those millions Gene just pumped into our economy go to work now. Thank you.